I'm looking for god Go to a book Read the words of a story But the lover dies And the woman is left In the bedroom With a shadow of herself on the wall She falls from the bottom, o no But her arms grow Like pipe cleaners with rubber Bands inside only prettier She taps the sky and the guy Who died taps back That is quite a fairy tale Gimme something real Go back re read the very last page Cracking there to feel A fall from the bottom, o no How far down do you have to go Like the red balloon With a pink elephant inside Getting heavier...can't reach the sky Please everything that died come back In this dream of daily life I cannot describe I recognize the words i read In the wrinkles around your eyes We all fall down to the bottom...but then Get lifted up again Like a soap bubble Flying past a weeping willow tree Only prettier To tap the sky And burst once more to try I'm looking for god...