Upside down and inside out
You're like a funnel-web, like a black fly on the
Ceiling. Skinny, white haunches high in the
Sky and a black oily gash crawling backwards
Across the carpet to smash all over everything
Wet, black fur against the sun going down
Over the shops and the cars and
the crowds in the town
Chorus:
And this is the moment, this is exactly where she is
Born to be
Now this is what she does and this is what she is
And this is the moment, this is exactly where she is born to
Be. This is what she does
And this is what she is
Her eyes that look at me through her rainy hair
Are two round holes where the air buckles and rushes in
Her body, moon blue as a jellyfish
And I'm breathing deep and I'm there and I'm also not there
And spurting ink over the sheets,
but she remains, completely unexplained
Or maybe I'm just too tongue-tied to
drink it up and swallow back the pain
I thought slavery had been abolished
How come it's gone and reared its ugly head again?
chorus (x2)
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
And this is what she does and this is what she is
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
And this is what she does and this is what she is
And now she's jumping up with her leaping brain
Stepping over heaps of sleeping children
Disappearing and further up and spinning out again
Up and further up she goes, up and out of the bed
Up and out of the bed and down the hall where
she stops for moment and turns and says
"Are you still here?"
And then reaches high and dangles herself like
a child's dream from the ring of Saturn