Fola

I'm loosing up my senses
The train is late again
I caught a taste of magic
But then I went insane
I took a trip to Eden
Got thrown out of the door
For making love to angels
For questioning their god

And I know it's bitter on this end
But I'm only waiting for my friend
He's blood
He's cold

I'm shaking down the theater
Artaud would love to speak
Asylums drained his spirit
He thought that he was weak
And I walked the same path ever since
I've read his books on play
The actor is the broken hand now
And the horrid face of day

And I know it's bitter on this end
But I'm only waiting for my friend
He's blood
He's frail

So take me down to NY city
I'd like to force my stay
To bring out all the stuff of dreams
That's weaved in my morning trance
Like a Dervish I keep spinning
And in Dervish boots I'll die
There's nothing pinning me down to this planet
And nobody's gonna bring me down

Though I know it's bitter on this end
I'm only waiting for my dearest friend
He's blood
And he's a clown