You tell me you dream of falling.
You feel your electrons coming loose,
Pulled by the gelatinous current of your memories;
Your arms and legs jerk and twist as your eyelids flutter
You moan and cry for me, for your mother.
Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road!
Don't get lost in dreamland, love.
The wicked witch will get you
And I won't be there to save you.
Not even a wall of emeralds can save you from yourself.
I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!
Your primeval self takes over, your mind turns feral.
I cover the bruises on my arms with sweaters in summer,
You cover the bruises on your mind
With the black cloak of your superego
That tells you what is right, what is wrong.
By day you smile, I am reticent and unnoticed.
At night, the id takes over.
You are a wild white tiger
With black liquorice stripes.
You are the wicked witch,
Running from yourself and the water that is your past.
We are standing at the edge of a tower, love
And I might just push you off.