Tigers

The tigers come at four

Shaped like the curtain and the floor

Like the stars they once were wild and cold

Your turn to see me

I can't believe its really you

Sharpening your teeth on my low womb

Playing with tigers

Chasing the lampshade with my toes

Playing with tigers

'Til i find out where it goes

You check your clothes

You come and lay with me a while

In the theater of dream

We are sleeping in the aisle

Wind climbs up the brick

Carrying brightly colored ghosts

They play on you with

The light from the street below

Playing with tigers

Chasing the lamp with my toes

Playing with tigers

Until I find out where it goes

Where it goes, where it goes

I tried to leave you

But you sent all the cars to bring me back

Tigers are falling like paper on our parade

Tigers, tigers.

And the mail blowing out of the mailbox

Down the street, yeah yeah

Tigers.

I can't tell you anymore than that.

I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes.

Tomorrow when the train comes