Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - Chinese Lantern lyrics

Suspended, fragile from the threads, every depth they can't fathom Still dressed in cast-offs, I could be china Sometimes I burn within air, but then they're always as far as a shrinking back Down amongst teacups and warm palms, amongst all these familiar things I could hold tight and wait for gravity to return Heat grows more tropical and makes me restless Just one more cigarette before Caught between the rush of tide, blood bright; It floods out every other word or fraud Consumes my elixir, my poison Burnt blood but blowing through as transparent as a lantern I take the smallest gestures to draw blood But I'm safe for this half hour