If I'm the shell and hey it's easter
Crack me open and watch my yolk
Splutter out into your arms
Or at least it would if you had your arms open

For now I'll watch my yellow pity
Spill out onto the spare room floor
And place my ass in the centre of this cup
I'll watch you aim --- shoot

Street lamps have heated my stomach up
Way too much and the night air has
Inflated my head way above anything else

Before, is that what they said,
Is that what they all think or,
Is that what they all know?

Of course, full of gas so i can fly away

Translucent agenda and late night hotels
Bedroom floors oh bedroom floors
And toilet bowls my second home

The Sun is only talking to me
When my mouth is dry and tied shut
Warap me up in telephone wires
Disconnect my hormones I'll "BRB"