When I ate the sun I couldn't keep it down Spinning in the toilet I saw the sky reflected Birds scream out into the day I can touch your face and hair but I can feel how far they are away now Slipping like sun across the floor You aren't really here, it isn't really light out High up lamenting the night as it passes Why not? You aren't really here, it isn't really light out My face is a flower My leg a ship's broken mast My love's a little prince, a prisoner of his broken past He says, "Is that you in the distance? Have you grown so thin? Your face an egg at a table's edge Your dress a night I cannot find you in" High up as if touching a girl were a sin Why not? My dress and I you cannot find me in