To slip up to the golden clouds
Grow my hair until it trips my bare-knuckled feet
And picnic naked in the dust is what I lust
Find me here dreaming until we meet
Swimming away from the day
Dwelling in my bed
The comfort of this city has escaped me
Aching cold penetrates my fresh wounds
The sharp wind spears my ears and enters my head
Singing lonely whispers and screeching sounds
Will I ever evade the city by this monstrous lake?
My waning song is almost lost
My teeth have become loose
Cannot stop the hands that shake
In withdrawal of my freedom
Find me there waiting for a train
Searching for my ticket in the blue chilling moonlight
Hiding in the shadows of shame
Deprived of ambition
Begging for a free ride
Anywhere than this place
