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