You were in a shouting match with god on the fire escape of the sound gallery and I thought;
What a waste
What a waste
Of perfectly good cocaine

Small change got rained on with his own .38
And he couldn't find a saint to blame
What to Say?
Emptied every cupboard, covered every cave, undid every buckle
Nothing but the plate gave
Nothing was the same
What to say?

A boy on a plane broke through the clouds for the first time
And I didn't see a single solitary grandparent
Or a dead dog
And my head cocked staring through the plexiglass
Can you picture that?
Was the picture looking back?
And several curtains close and lift
And I sat stiff, supposing this was it
That moment was a monument
Did not intend to get to so morbid
But I never felt more
Out here in orbit

Are you out here spinning too?
Are you out here spinning too?

Space bending around me
Pounding boundary
Found me echolocating
Everything sounding
Everything in it
Are you spinning?
Are you here?
Everything in it, everything spinning
Are you here?
Are you spinning?
Are you here spinning too?