On the old bridge A young woman With no eyelids Insomniac slits Plays with Reborns ® When the night falls Likes to see them Turning their eyeballs We were two kids With two days to kill Suddenly wanting To be made of vinyl A thousand white kitties Around the woman Deaf or blind Inbred kind Maybe too many Took one of them and Rocked it a while Buried it between The daffodils and the swing We were two kids With two days to kill