The axis buried is a pivot in your head Around which buried things revolve that most people leave unsaid And it's probably a good idea cause things could happen in your town And the police come by coincidence and find it written down The axis calls and sometimes I repeat the things it says to me I remember one time I read about A killer who just couldn't get off without Certain evil preparations; the detectives searched his loft, Found a portrait in red ink of a girl with her dress off The axis calls and sometimes I repeat the things it says to me I wonder if I could Enter suburban homes Say 'hi' to trusty dogs Soothe them with meaty bones Wander from room to room Moonlight on every bed Haloes my chosen one The axis in her head Sometimes I walk alone in the fog Wondering if I'd be seen by an old man and his dog And maybe that same night, somewhere in the town, The worst thing in the world occurred and police track me down