Just Like A Drummer

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 glass 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.