High Alice

Alice lost, she took a long rest in an unknown place She thought, "Where do all these creatures come from? And why are they here?" Like in a club of fur Strange feeling, strange feeling They must be drawn to something They must be drawn to something She reaches back through centuries of arms She reaches back through centuries of arms While hare and fox, and doe, and deer Are all trying to find her They're all trying to find her Let her sketch out her rabbit hole Her pleasure dome Through centuries, through centuries Through centuries, through centuries Through centuries of art (Of being drawn to something) They must be drawn to something Creatures keep swimming around her She must be giving them something Across centuries Something that would be better And I have something better I want something better We all want something better We all want something better To get us close The beautiful queen, the beautiful clock The ocean, the ocean, the ocean Where I wrote my first poem With my hand on my skin With my hand between my thighs I must be drawn to something (A thin layer of wax) I must be giving them something (She reaches back) Something that would be better And I have something better I want something better We all want something better We all want something better We all want something better We are high, Alice We all want something better We, we all want something better We all want something better Alice, Alice, Alice