I saw you in the film for just two seconds
A documentary set in heaven
Where the hipsters roll like children
And the writers roll like dogs
On rugs in beds and on stages
And the singers hide behind the camera
I saw you in the film where the children write on gla**
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window over the ledge
Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending
Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer
I wake up with the thunder of your type-writer every night
Well every day a prayer goes on its knees
I will quit the white the wine and the weed
Falls to its belly and crawls towards New York
I saw you in the film for just two seconds
On a subway car lifting like a question
From Earth to the street to the bridge in the east
Where the green man wears a hat
The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels
Through the window over the ledge
Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending
Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands
And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer
I wake up with the thunder / Just like a drummer
Of your type-writer / Wake up with the thunder
Just Like a drummer / Of your type-writer
(x5)
Just Like a drummer... / Just Like a drummer
...every night.