I slip into your gown, and sleep until it's noon,
And I hold that thought for hours, before holding up the moon.
I slip into your home, and sleep until it's late,
And I hold that head for hours, before getting out of state.

Drop high, don't stow away heartache.
Don't run away until a fifth of the walls hit their mark.
Grow shy, don't steal away keepsakes.
Don't run away until the fourth of the horses has marched.

Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time.
Brought the seal of a kiss of a fallback light.
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time.
Sit on back, open arms at a foreign light.

I'll watch for a sudden chime of all the better times ahead,
And bang the nails into the door, and cross the stars around my head.
And if God's a state of mind, I think I'll split and live in the country,
All that noise, all that noise, sizzling in the background every time.

Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time.
Brought the seal of a kiss, on a wall, of a fallback light.
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time.
Sitting back in a chair, open arms at a falling kite.

And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.
And the words you bought run on ice.