Dancing At The Foot Of Angels

I awoke inside a stranger's glance

Nervous and suspecting the worst

Where had I been for so long?

Inside a wolf's grin

I felt colored

Packed tight and slightly refreshed

I unbuttoned my memory

And took a look inside myself

Does it make you feel much better?

Does it make you feel alright?

Does it make you feel good inside?

I'm dancing at the foot of angels

I took a look inside my skull cap

It was all there, the tissue

The sinew, the arm chair

The tingly aroma of urine

A fruit basket filled to the brim

With decaffeinated hangover cider

There were the cattle pranks

The friction burns and the lies

Does it make you feel much better?

Does it make you feel alright?

Does it make you feel good inside?

I'm dancing at the foot of angels

I found the keys I had forgotten

I'd misplaced the ones to all the answers

To the questions that you'd ever asked

And that you'd never asked

Oh, and the jelly, that was the best part

Thick and hot and greasy

I used to cover the walls of my antennae

So I could hear you calling

The reception's always better that way