The Morgue
From the sunny skies of Brooklyn, New York
You and I drove into structured suburbia
Drove to avoid the stench of the city
And leave our problems behind for the summer

But you found yourself in the morgue again
Staring into the time machines there
I found myself in the strip mall again
With the addict's delusions of the wiccans in the parking lot

We checked ourselves into the hospital again
Which welcomed us with open arms
You watched us like ants under a microscope
Your corpse somewhere distant and betrayed

Visited me in that hospital again
With a young woman, a friend of yours
Saw by the twitch in her eye where she was from
Somewhere deep in the hidden depths of America

Dark, painful fragment from the past
That day, she stood bright and beaming
With a sharp, lightbulb smile
The other night's nightmare she decided she was ready
For dreams of death
Got out of the hospital again
Was thrown out with open arms
Found someone I could be stupid about again
With smooth, dark hair resting on my chest
Troubling, violent fantasies
Boring parties
And dreams of death

We all had supper again
And you sat with a tall glass of the reddest blood
And you almost found out where it came from

We thought you knew
Came from down the road
Came from somewhere distant and betrayed
Came from somewhere far behind