Yes, she's walking on my skin again and again

And I know she is not my friend
I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead
Spin above my head and make it right
We are never quite as close as we are led to understand
On my mind, oh, Lord, no
And I know 'cause there she goes
And I know she is not my friend
Walking, walking, walking
Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite
And I know 'cause there she goes
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed

Saturn on a line, the sun afire of strings and wires
Anytime you'd like you can catch a sight
And I know she is not my friend
Walking on my skin again and again
Walking on my skin again and again
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand

I wanna white bread life just something ignorant and plain

And I can't see why you wanna talk to me
And I know 'cause there she goes
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again

When your vision of America is crystal and clean
It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand

And I know she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again

When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above your hands