Jet-lag, I can't quite grab the new me Old self dozing in an aisle seat Emirates, where I left him, daydreams treacherous ephemera Brain exposed to the elements Lift my skull top off delicate Bone china chafing dish Absent-minded, break time like bricks, thoughts is cinder blocks Alarm clocks break spells Crashed out, search for my own black box in the hills Scorched earth scoured like cook pots, mangled wheels, strewn debris Hours in a wristwatch, bust down, dancing in the piece Private dancers dance for me King's ransoms, it ain't no rides that's free Half 'sleep with the halo, dead on my feet
