And so we came to live on Water road
We had a place for sleep and love
Those nights were filled with strange adventures
We lifted off like horny doves
We flew around above the city
and watched the people as we laid
We burned the skies like birds on ecstasy
I took a white cloud for a bed
But was it dream, or just reality?
The truth was difficult to find
We threw our bodies on the street one day
Became the rebels of the mind
Lucy don't think about money
and she doesn't believe in success
And why would she care about beauty
when beauty Is all that there is?
Deep in the ocean, far below the sky
a creature roars and starts to rise
An insect flies in South America
and suddenly your mother dies
I call this reasons, and there has to be
much more than just these close-in-walls
This room is small, but I remember
I'm not afraid of this at all, at all
But in a dream the creature laughs at me
as he appears between your thigs.
Fifteen minutes-then it flies away
I'm looking right into your eyes
Lucy Is bitting her nails off
A creature Is haunting her bed
The climate Is gradually changing
I've opened a door to her head