A ping pong table in the dark
Gun slinging, curtains drawn
I crawl along the plinths
Stains of wine on carpet and skin

A buste of some sort shattered
Conked out mad man on the couch
Love is my chariot of fire
Bowling balls rolling about

The birds have left their cages 
The bellydancers gone too soon
The broken fishbowl is whispering
Words from the far side of the moon
The birds have left their cages 

Stumbling upon a corpse I see 
Life in all its glory
I smear myself with ashes
Grey as I always wanted to be

Playing table tennis with an angel,
I’m losing bit by bit
The curtains drop, the light comes in,
The moment I am hit

The birds have left their cages 
The bellydancers gone too soon
The broken fishbowl is whispering
Words from the far side of the moon

The birds have left their cages 
The birds have left their cages