With coffee and some cigarettes I watch you dare out the sun I rule this town with poisoned wells But with lovers running parallel Angel dust I'm all mixed up I think I'm running towards the carousel
Sweetened like a sweetened cherry Bury me beneath the hills Whispering with their bare trees I will array my conspiracy I'll wash away all the dirty Scorch it on a blue heart flame
I dig a hole, I dig a well I try to save me from myself I think I could I think I will I think I'm running towards a carousel