When the clock strikes dead on midnight    books fly through the hall   All the lampshades turn and rotate   She walks through the wall      With hands in pockets I search for rockets   that might light up the sky   Have become more withdrawn since I was first born   But I never know why      I see my body float like leaves   Every day I want to breathe   Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed   A river deep      If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours   and scratch your back for free   But it's been written, these nails are bitten   I know what I could be      I see my body float like leaves   Every day I want to breathe   Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed   A river deep