You're drinking slice and gin

How to start a fire
Like those Indians
Reading Moby Dick
Forced to drag burning wood
We slept together
And jump from the
Spoons of powdered cream
The rest went insane
Those poor lost Indians

This is why people OD on pills

In our motel room
Giant dripping leaves
When the white man found them
This is why people OD on pills
Anything to feel weightless again
Lost in the rain forest
But I wasn't sure how

Golden Gate Bridge
Golden Gate Bridge
Anything to feel weightless again
When you learned to float

And jump from the
Most died of TB
Remember the first time
I wanted to kiss you

They had all forgotten
You said it felt like
On the other bed
Wherever they went