| Hey living thing, buy me a drink |
| and drive me out to the airport |
| Give me two hundred dollars and say |
| the best thing anyone’s ever said |
| If you steal every word from your grandmothers' purse |
| and lay them out on the dashboard |
| we’ll be fine… |
| Hey living thing, if you’re turning in |
| I’ll wake you when something changes |
| then I’ll ring all the bells again |
| and you’ll spill champagne in my shoes |
| we’ll make rose-coloured smoke from bad horoscopes, |
| confetti from news pages |
| and you’ll be mine… |
| The same heart attack |
| will keep feeding back |
| Right under the streets |
| skipping every other beat |
| So hey living thing, let me in |
| to the world you’re living in |
| Hey living thing, you’ve waited for it |
| from billions counting backwards |
| like a dog on a fire escape |
| like a bird in a basement |
| Now release your breath form it’s paper bag |
| and no matter what you hear, |
| if green lights come raining down tonight |
| it means tomorrow’s another year… |
| and the same heart attack |
| will keep feeding back |
| Right under the streets |
| Skipping every other beat |
| Hey living thing, you’re breathing again |
| You’re breathing again… |