I’m living on a tree Hanging on a cloud Hiding on the moon Turning off the sky I’m grinning at your kid Frowning at your dog Gnawing on its bone Feeding on a stone I’m waiting for the sirens to start Breaking the day It’s wearing off like a thought Wearing off like a thought It’s distorting my view When I take the shape of your past And I never touch on time I never touch on time