You know I don't like you
But you want to be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling

And they are fluttering their wings
It's ok, I'm angry
But you'll never understand

You dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands


And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes
Walking on my skin again


And I can't see why
You want to talk to me

When your vision of America
Is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life

Just something ignorant in the rain
But from the walls of Michelangelo
I'm dangling again.


And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes



Walking on my skin again and again


Saturn on a line
The sun afire of strings and wires

Spin above my head and make it right
Anytime you'd like, you can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead

And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as close

As we are led to understand

And I know, she is not my friend

And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know, cuz there she goes

walking on my skin again and again
On my mind
Oh Lord No

Yes she's walking on my skin again and again