Static

your mouth fell out of the sky

and suddenly i had it memorized

but honestly, it's like you're dead

i can't shake off voodoo

or your thudding making noise

the pearls you cast before swine

make you seem alive

a pretty picture of you breathing air

and you're just standing there

static

show me how you do it

a thousand miles away from here

you're one micron away from me

your hope is on the wing is on a bus tearing down the road

you're cold you're made of heat you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

your hope is on the wing is on a bus tearing down the road

(your road is in the dark is in the sun, in the rain and cold)

you're cold you're made of heat you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

(your bones are made of sponge are made of plexiglass, tin and hope)