Well the knife cuts, at the sharp edge: the deeper it slides
The dearer you hold it
And that jacket was reflective
You looked like the moon whenever you wore it
You pass through, you pass through it
Yeah you pass back through, when you come back to it
Ha!
Well that bull hits, with its bull's head
A part of you bends
And a part of you bruises
And those small birds
Looked just like half moons
They shone with the sunlight
Reflected, reflected
You pass through! You pass back through it
Yeah you pass back through, when you come back to it
You pass through! You pass through it
Yeah you pass back through, when you tether yourself to it
You come back to it, you come back to it
Ha. Ha!
Well that one bird slips, sure as a bullet
Out of your chest
And over your head
And that thought thins out, as you stand there watching it
A part of you
Lifts
(You pass through, you pass through it. Yeah you pass back through)