Head Clouds - Admission Slip ** lyrics

Pile up rubbish By the front door Head over to the salon Pour a drink, a ticking clock, a cannonball Our laughs are one's of jackals Spiking through some wintry night Our new arms stretching ever, ever outward It never fades, ringing out, even at dawn I bought a dream with an ADMISSION SLIP Hell, I bought it twice Now I will go to the depths I am told, there is warmth, cleaner air, softer light.