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