Sun just clearing the treeline when my day begins. Slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in. You will bruise my head, I will strike your heel. Drive past wind of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel. Dream at night Girl with a cobra tattoo on her arm, It's head flaring out like a parachute.
Prisms in the dew drops in the underbrush Skatecase sailor's purses floating down in the black needlerush Higher than the stars I will set my throne. God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones. Dream at night Girl with a cobra tattoo And try to hear the garbled transmissions come through.