Spinning crystal balls Like a hurricane You were the silver ballerina Hooked on cocaine Biting off the ivy That strangles in your leaves Keep switching up the stands 'Til we're dried up in the breeze I'd like to take a sledge hammer To the [?] Take all of this anxiety And watch it crumble I have a friend who just reads From brain surgery They sliced his every piece I've got your photograph Next to my bed So if I ever need a laugh I can get this one instead Now I'm tracing every angle Of your cheekbones As if they were smoothed out in The ocean like a stone 'Cause I think It must be fall But I'm never Quite sure Seems like we're Such a still life In a picture