Bricks

The bicycles inside your skull Send you away and off you go Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you And pin them up to clouds and treees And aggravate your paranoid And shivering fears and rolling aches Can you not see a star out there? Where all the bricks are bright and free Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free The lizard skins around yourself Drop off and let the others through In reds and whites and blacks and blues Each facet shines or breaks anew And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street Where cars and trucks career through it Until the ends get wrecked and split Where all the doors are bright and free Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free The sun revolves around the sun And then around a bright black moon And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon And when your breakfast comes you're miles away And all your eggs get cold You're where the light is blinding bright And all the windows tilt to you Where all the bricks are bright and free...