Lyrics:

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 cream
The 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 fine
All through space
All through blameless night
All on the blade of a razor line'