Dealer

The windows are ringing

shaking Night-nites for angels

rattling throats up and down on a beam.

Cooling the hearts

cooling the plasma

keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam

The other side of a prowler

the dead still search the living.

At least there we did not not fail.

Coming to in the overcast

tracks are still flowing.

At least there he does not wail.

Psalms of your hands

sung into the lateness

move a circuit on the white

and he can't feel a thing.

Gone always alone to all you are never

he climbs into your mouth

when the windows ring.

The windows are ringing

shaking dead men for angels

Hissing brains boiling up

press't to the bone

uncoils the wire whole night long

bumping out thru the eye in knots.

Sweet hot numbers

sweet hots

bumping out thru the eye

on a wire of knots.

Sweet hot numbers

sweet hots

bumping out thru the eye

on a wire of knots.

Psalms of your hands

sung into the lateness

move a circuit on the white

and he can't feel a thing.

Gone always alone to all you are never

he climbs into your mouth

when the windows ring.