Red and blue planets.
What we're drawn to is proof enough these pills other acts
of disappearance.
I've written a song about a girl who swallowed the blue planet's
Kevlar, Caroline, oh beautiful bomb, so perfectly haplessly
cruel the world we've made.
Let's meet back here in five minutes,
you say, you always say.
I'll bring the Lite Brite I'll bring the hole in my heart,
a white star burning.
More and more the rock show sky.
Venus rising is a glass wrecking ball,
inside red harbor's red sails.