From the back of my brain The confetti burst came And it blew through the balls of my eyes In a midnight as loud As a cloud of cocaine And horrendously swollen in size Saw the pen press the text Through the flesh of your neck And the first line 'twas writ there was [Christ's a spun silver machine or a high wall of white waving creamThe sun streams from his side'Cause he's out on a razor line] And dark, dirty streams The decay from our dreams Leaves a black trail of grease through the snow And is there a hotel there or is there a hole Where our bodies all aching and aging can go Oh, I leapt from the mountain and mid-falling down Ran my trembling hands down your spine 'Cause you have been, are currently holy to me And will hopefully always be mine And 'cause you're out on a razor line In the storm's scream and swirl It's where I saw my girl I was pinning her straight to my side When the devil all dinged-up and dragonfly-winged Dropped his head in my lap and he cried [Now we're right out on that line] Once I spotted my man Swooping over the sand In the ambulance lamps of his eyes And the smell of black blood on the backs of his hands I could tell that his world can't be mine And he said [The earth seems to spin just fineAll through spaceAll through blameless nightAll on the blade of a razor line]