You Yourself Melting
Do you remember what it feels like to melt?
You, yourself, are melting

Art galleries in my sleep
They sing to me, they sing to me:
“The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand!
The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand!”
Cover the mattresses
And sing to the saints
Bash up the buttresses
There are no complaints ‘till my spirit goes

The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand
The Sistine Chapel is inside your hand

Do you remember what it feels like to melt?
You, yourself, are melting