Warm yellow rays from the night stand Laying on top the streams Threw yourself a morbid array (?) 1: 07 Where we don't see eye to eye Home on the stairs, dream projector Holograms from eye to eye Pressing here face to a pillow Was too late Minnesota, when I sober up I've got a number and I'm calling it up I was so caught up Mountain lions swimming in my blood Still we meet at the station what a pleasure Asylums (?) all in a line Waiting on the meteorites like confetti Treasures always treat you right Minnesota, when I sober up I've got a number and I'm calling it up I was so caught up The mountain lions swimming in my blood We were so caught up