Tilly Goldberg, when you come to me In nightmares cripplingly creepy, Guillotines become Shinto toriis, you Keep the story from getting gory Seems I'm stuck again in a funeral home The tone is Catholic and depressing Heard some guns shots, suddenly I've got Six new holes in... My already... Aching, Eucharist-filled abdomen. It's just a dream you've fallen into And though you're riddled with bullets Any moment, this scene will end. You pulled the throttle Now I'm like a champagne bottle I'm bubblin' over I'm the picture of affability All of a sudden, This cantankerous curmudgeon's All smiles and charm Total strangers throw their arms around me. And when this dream ends, another one begins And when this dream ends... Tilly Goldberg, you appear to be The only person who can see me. Colonel Panic can't attack if I'm Hiding under your penumbra What a pity, antique furniture Descends like rain upon the city From my window, saw my child self Crushed by a De- -Pression-era... Bookshelf filled with Union literature. It's just a dream you've fallen into Daytime's crooked reflection ever bending light in your head Oh, what a party Always fashionably tardy When I make an entrance People hang on my every sentence 'Cause I'm so becoming, Everyone's a buzzing hummingbird Drawn to my flower And with amorous praise they shower me. And when this dream ends, another one begins And when this dream ends... Out on our tandem bike We take in all of the loveliest sights. These runes look Etruscan No, wait, they're Long-Islandese. Here beneath our four eyelids Our bike became a sea-bound mustelid. And into the next dream we dive, Two heads under two bodies left behind.