Will Oldham - Rider lyrics

High high all night now My eyes bugged out and I'm down on the couch Lady's got a box pressed into my face And a belt of beads draped around her waist I flex my neck and lose my sight See the stars dropping out alright Clouds and nebulae making noises And constellations in erotic poises Cold in space and fingers long Between the ears a synapse is wrong Clicked apart and's all it can be The last the last you'll see of the leaves