Small

rabbit and malone

were drunk in a boat

with eyes made of coals

and madelaine

she sang like a stone

'i'd rather stay here at home'

driving in the sea

that brings you close to me

i'll hold your head down to a shell

where everything is small

alice called

with her filthy rainbows

but she won't say what she knows

for you i'm falling alive

but i won't break my bones

heaven's head is hollow

her hair all drunk with sorrows

she holds her head down in a bowl

of crawling stars

all i knew

was the guns far below

and the sun shining in

and i never believed anything

though the night was filled with eyes

dancing in the ruin

sometimes you're almost human

please hold my head down to the stones

till i am small