Back at twelve
no one's home
Go to sleep
on your feathers...
Start to feel
adventurous
Take a walk
down the street
The ravine up ahead...
Bullets in the legs; you cry for help,
wishing you could say what it's like
Another secret lost to them
If only you could tell them what it's like
Looking back and all you see are caricatures
Sky is flashing, lie and let it pass
Stars shining in wet grass
Please won't you tell me what it's like?