Her heart is plastic Only says she loves me When we're dropping acid
Her love is tragic It's right in front of me But I could never have it
She moves in black and white Singing me silent lullabies With her hands in my sleeves Cinnamon skies fall at our feet
We are high enough Searching for a rush We don't need them but We still take drugs Fire in our blood Magnets in our lungs We don't need them but We still take drugs
Down in the basement Smoking clouds And flying higher than the spacemen
Her meditation She calls it holy But I call it medication
She moves in black and white Singing me silent lullabies With her hands in my sleeves Cinnamon skies fall at our feet
We are high enough Searching for a rush We don't need them but We still take drugs Fire in our blood Magnets in our lungs We don't need them but We still take drugs
My thoughts begin to race Like when I know She's swimming through my veins She moves without a trace And leaves me with a smile on my face
We are high enough Searching for a rush We don't need them but We still take drugs Fire in our blood Magnets in our lungs We don't need them but We still take drugs
