heart explode
my brain is numb
you've come to twist my arm

heart explode
my day is done
you've come to twist my arm

tie me up with conversation
lock your old self in the basement
put your back into it

and the automatic floodlights
you have tied onto your forehead
keep you bright and boring

heart explode
my brain is numb
you've come to twist my arm

the stars are gone
too old to be carefree
too young to care

point the pistol at the apple
try to keep your hands from shaking
shoot it off my head

no more early in the morning
no more sorry I am boring
I put my back into it

two more hours
two more years
too much follow
too much fear
to the bottom
to the moon
it's over

two more child
two more dear
too much farther
too much near
to the mirror
to the room
it's over