Rider - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

High high all night now

My eyes bugged out and I’m down on the couch

Lady’s got a box pressed into my face

And a belt of beads draped around her waist

I flex my neck and lose my sight

See the stars dropping out alright

Clouds and nebulae making noises

And constellations in erotic poises

Cold in space and fingers long

Between the ears a synapse is wrong

Clicked apart and’s all it can be

The last the last you’ll see of the leaves