I sleep through the violence of the city But there's a fly caught buzzing 'round my room And then I drink in the violence and its stench While I hide in bars from the moon I don't know I don't know We were hollow and heavy Falling lightly through a dream Then you saw something moving I said its nothing Through the violence of the street I walk around remembering in fits There was a time, while you murmured nonsense in your sleep, That I watched a fly land on your lower lip I clenched my fist, but I could not swing at it I don't know I don't know Take another pull with my head thrown back And everything is chopped up and fluid like waves Now, slowed down, all images become beautiful Rat tails twitch like dancing things. Even Orion seems alright, wavering on the wet trash outside. Wings sprout out of my lower back and I hover, buzzing, above the bar. I look down to where you would be sitting. Tear-streaked cheekbones. And I see you as an old black shed. We were hollow and heavy Falling lightly through a dream Then you saw something moving I said its nothing