Sometimes the sun is so strong That I melt down to juice Swimming myself In a sticky red pool on the floor So full of joy I could burst into Chromatic flame So beautiful That I know that I need nothing more Like a bullet From muzzle to marrow We pass through this life And from cradle to grave We are lost and confused and deranged Bombarded by beauty Belittled and honored and loved I hope that we get to do it all over again And when the night comes on All of us go down quiet eventually No more worries or cares Nothing is left But should we wake up Warm down in our mother's arms Listening for radio burst static That tells us who we are Are we lonely or not? Is this thing that we've got worth the risk? Do we dare to speak up where our true hearts Like tasteless saltines? All these infernal ladders to nowhere Detract from the light Is it courage I lack Or a sense of direction in life? For when the night comes on All of us go down quiet eventually No more worries or cares Nothing is left But should we wake up Warm down in our mother's womb Listening for radio burst static That tells us who we are And we will smile and fade Into the break of day A tunnel of light That first desperate cry Something is good Just out of sight Voice in the dark