Bend the lightning around your neck
And wear it like it’s a jewel
When the clouds start falling in
And the buildings puncture them
We’ll walk the sweet promenade
Like we’re on vacation
Like we’re young and wild
They take a hard look at you
Shocked at the view
I was Rumi and you would whirl
You were not like the other girls
You ate the radio waves
And you promised you wouldn’t tell
Now they’re ringing the final bell
For all the innocent slaves
And I’m at the station
And I’m all at sea
I want the big clock to fall
Vacation, and we’re young and wild
I take a hard look at you
Shocked at the view
These crazy fingers point to heaven
And seven sisters paint the nails
I frighten children and my mother’s mother
I want to lift the veil
One gives birth to two
Two gives birth to three
Three is everything
In this season of sour grapes
The season of sour wine
We drink it holding our nose
Like we’re on vacation
Like we’re young and wild
They take a hard look at you
Shocked at the view
The station, and we’re all at sea
I want the big clock to fall
