Even in an evening gown, you always got your sleeves rolled All the way down Messages you wrote were to be read alone A laundry list in a clenched fist never meant to be shown Can you read my mind? Then how was my day today Ask the river to devine, what does the river say? Flash of bone, like a lightening strike Ran down the line, shot up your spine like a shorted out mic Swallow the sky Swallow the sea Number one with a bullet, no you can't catch me Swallow your pride Just follow me Tied down inside where the nightmare's hide Let the poor girl be All the while that winning smile Pale and still draining Snow white's black out fire Underneath your sweater ten fingers all red I bequeath this gold map of the stars to the living dead A little song bird singing Inside my head Smack down on the sofa Breakfast in bed Swallow the sky Swallow the sea Number one with a bullet, no you can't kill me Swallow your pride Just follow me Let the poor girl be