30 Poplar

Hark, the angels are hairy
Leathery, glittering rays
Rips across their locks
While they're in crimson seeks of rain
To guide her on their trip tonight
Across the net in the city lights
To 30 Poplar, 30 Poplar

Ceiling covered with pillows
Candy sparkles of wine
Pipes to smoke and
Children hiding under that bed of mine
Listening to us making sounds
Ethereal love on the waiting grounds of
30 Poplar, 30 Poplar

God is a ring of smoke
Wrapped around my finger
A wasp without a stinger
Buzzing in my ear

Hasn't anyone noticed that
The Music has grown
Into a driped-up masterpiece
With color of its own
A Symphony of clashing shadows
Chasing me through the midnight madness of
30 Poplar, 30 Poplar

God is a ring of smoke
Wrapped around my finger (Wrapped around my finger)
A wasp without a stinger (wasp without a stinger)
Buzzing in my ear (buzzing)

What becomes of tomorrow,
Yesterday and right now
When you know that suddenly
That time will not allow
More than a lifetime of these days
A place to leave and a place to stay
People I know keep running away from
Nothing is going to drag me away from
30 Poplar, 30 Poplar
30 Poplar...