You know I don't like you But you want to be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling And they are fluttering their wings It's OK, I'm angry But you'll never understand You dream of Michelangelo They hang above your hands
[Chorus] And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cause there she goes Walking on my skin again
And I can't see why You want to talk to me When your vision of America Is crystal and clean I wanna white bread life Just something ignorant in the rain But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again.
Saturn on a line The sun afire of strings and wires Spin above my head and make it right Anytime you'd like, you can catch a sight Of angel eyes on 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 he seems so close As he reaches out his hand We are never quite as close As we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend And I know, cause there she goes walking walking walking And I know, 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