Chewing the night sky, the young vagrants... eyes dilated, swallowing neon lights. Watching pale lines of powder dissapear into hungry nostrils. I'm breathing under water tonight, my arms turning cotton under an orange half moon. I spent the day missing you, a slow ache of sadness one constant thought in all the others crowding through my mind. Passing out on a Hollywood street corner, then again in the car. Veins, thick with smoke, heart, beating black blood as the strings of my smile unravel into my hands. I'm spending the night missing you, the feel of your laughter in my mouth, your palm cradled in mine. I leave a wake of broken tongues behind me, in hopes you'll follow in spite of what flapping lips scream into the rubbery night. I want you to cradle me through these blackouts. Cradle my head, cradle my heart cradle will rock... Cradle will fall.