Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
Laura Stevenson
I will be a bird, I will be a monster
Sleeping on a perch underneath an overpass
Passers-by will pour their eyes out
Pull at my heart and beg me to move
But I do what I'm told and you can not pass through
I will be a train, you will be a stow away
Creepin' down below my steaming locomotive
And while we pour through a series of tunnels
I'll pour my boiling water
And scald raw every inch of your skin
And what a spectacle
To see you all unraveled and exposed
Well you got too close
Those hangers-on were bound to burn
It was only a turn, I warned you, I said, "Who goes there?"
I will be a star, a very bright and shining star
And I'll have a neutral charge and packed, packed particles
So whenever where you are
Unless you're fast as hell and you move with me
You'll see a spectral shift
The likes of which that you have never seen
And what a spectacle
To see me folding in on myself, I implode
Well you got too close
That field of force, of course you'll explode
You will explode, I warned you, I said, "Who goes there?"