I thank God, you're comatose
Snow buries Whitehall
And I can't drive any faster
And I can't remember my anger
On Christmas trees and plastic deer
And I can't think anymore
White powdered Nembutal
My hands are like ice and the moon shines
As I pull back the bedclothes
And summer is a fish story
And I can't believe my composure
The yellow lines look blue
I decided to forgive and forget
On pepper trees and road grease
My feet are like ice, as the moon sets