[00:10.95]I saw you in the film for just two seconds[00:13.98]A documentary set in heaven[00:17.91]Where the hipsters roll like children[00:20.25]And the writers roll like dogs[00:23.64]On rugs in beds and on stages[00:27.96]And the singers hide behind the camera[00:30.03]I saw you in the film where the children write on glass[00:31.32]The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels[00:32.28]Through the window over the ledge[00:35.52]Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending[00:37.92]Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands[00:48.21]And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer[00:53.73]I wake up with the thunder of your type-writer every night[01:00.33]Well every day a prayer goes on its knees[01:54.15]I will quit the white the wine and the ****[01:55.59]Falls to its belly and crawls towards New York[02:00.72]I saw you in the film for just two seconds[02:02.04]On a subway car lifting like a question[02:04.86]From Earth to the street to the bridge in the east[02:11.16]Where the green man wears a hat[02:17.97]The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels[02:19.23]Through the window over the ledge[02:19.95]Under the curtain on their bellies creeping and bending[02:23.55]Balls of string coiled like springs hang down from the cymbal stands[02:26.88]And in your hands I sleep just like a drummer[02:37.44]I wake up with the thunder / Just like a drummer[02:38.43]Of your type-writer / Wake up with the thunder[02:51.00]Just Like a drummer / Of your type-writer[02:52.26](x5)[02:58.17]Just Like a drummer... / Just Like a drummer[03:05.04]...every night.