Cats are in the corner Thinking yes, it's made of tin The nip is in the first drawer It's calling out to him Rolling over, lay there Enveloped in your sin Pawing at the thin air and singing heaven's hymn Why don't you just come up with me? Mystery, space, new identity Crickets rubbing iron That screech and bow in war And shout out no solution through Mercury's back door Why don't you just come up with me? Mystery, space, new identity Spiritual disguising the need Universal picture disease Copper, silver Know the metal Godlike angel hover Copper, silver Know the metal Godlike angel hover Out there