Well, you know i don't like you but you wanna be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings
It's ok, i'm angry but you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above your hands
And i know that she is not my friend
And i know cause there she goes walking on my skin again
And i can't see why you wanna talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain
But from the walls of Michelangelo i'm dangling again
And i know that she is not my friend
And i know cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again
Saturn on a line a sun afire strings and wires to
spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like you can catch a sight of angel eyes
all emptiness and infinite
And i dream of Michelangelo when i'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, i see angels overhead
And it seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand
And i know that she is not my friend
And i know cause there she goes walking, walking, walking
And i know that she is not my friend
And i know cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again
On my mind oh Lord no
Yes she's walking on my skin again and again