the cat stands on my arm
Did you hear about the weather?
Did you hear about the bliss?
Did you know the war's not over?
Did you hear I’m getting sick?
Did you find that faded photo?
Weigh the corners down with bricks
The artist as a martyr
The artist as a dick
Did you hear about Calypso?
Plucked his eyebrows like a thread
Tied him up and left him lying in her bed
Did you hear about the lighthouse?
Filled up with a million heads?
The door's open
Such a shame that they're all dead
They’re killing all the cattle
And breaking all thеir ribs
While I'm mulling over calendars for six
Fingеrs closing over nothing
My hand breaks off at the wrist
& I tell you that I never meant it to get like this
Let's find a quiet window
Where we can watch all of the wars
Let's find a quiet place now
Let's find some quiet
Brush off your dirty mattress
While your hair's still caked with sand
If the blanket stares up at me
I'll stare back blankly
When I see you on the corner
On the other side of the road
I'll be waiting for you, the cat stands on my arm