black mission goggles

the sky is falling like a

sock of cocaine in the

ministry of information

subway train's derailing

heads decapitating

catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

she's a warm bodega

high on noriega

strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983

she wears her legs around her

neck like a piece of ice

her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

i am falling like a

sock of cocaine in the

ministry of information

i'm a warm bodega

high on noriega

strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash

lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper

moon cuts moon cuts tiny like eyelash

lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper

i walk around i whisper in her scalp

i whisper on the wind i whisper once again

i whisper

yes i do

i whisper