she was hungry
so hungry
she was trying to think clear

she kept opening the fridge door
looking at the mustard and the beer


then finally she went out into the rain
carrying her bicycle chain
and her feet were the pedals

while her appetite steered
and after that she just followed her nose
and fate is not just

whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows


she lay down in her party dress
and never got up
needless to say

she missed the party
she just got sad
then she got stuck


she was bending
like something brittle

trying hard to bend
she was numb
with the terror

of losing her best friend
we never see things changing
we only see them ending


and some vicious whispering voice kept saying
you have no choice

you have....

'cause when I look at you I squint

you are that beautiful
and my #~!!@ is a tractor
and this is a tractor pull

and I am haunted
by my illicit exquisite dream
but I can't really wake up

so I just drift in between
thinking the glass is half-empty
and thinking it's not quite full

the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
try to hit the brakes and you slide
slide

slide
slide


the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
try to hit the brakes and you
slide

slide
slide
slide

slide
slide
slide

slide
slide