Step out through the back door Nothing but plain blue sand in sight Flat, nasty But what's that looking lonesome on the horizon Walk closer and get a better look It's tall, 10-stories tall Some kind of dog-thing standing on all fours Feels warm, feels okay But I have to wait and see
Well I'm lucky to be part of The sharing of the bed door I can feel the moonlight Where the shadows look like veins I can hear the body It's slapping through my brain
