We are just dogs rolling on the ground Kissed by you, kicked by you Head down, then looking up We are just pigs rolling on the ground Raised by you, eaten by you Turn to shit, turn to god Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away I am just a phone connected to an angel One thin cord Cutting through the night and day I am just a pair of jeans connected to an angel Invisible clouds Swarming between the moon and stars Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away I am just a single point spreading toward tomorrow A refrigerator standing still Between the past and future I am just an illusion spreading toward tomorrow Catholic incense laughing Between growth and decay Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away Someone passes behind me White paper on the table Dancing far away
