O To Be In The Womb
O The Body Unmade
Tomorrow A Virgin
Tomorrow A Virgin

Why do brilliant minds and soft hearts become real estate agents?
Exquisite teeth lost in a bath of incandescent lighting
Why do lovers become liars and then disappear?
Oh, they're all blissed out on mercury and sea salt

O To Be In The Womb
O The Body Unmade
Tomorrow A Virgin
Tomorrow A Virgin

Ten thousand hours in the back of a radio station;
sprawled out, scrawling on the bathroom stall;
instructional graphics, statements on hydrodynamic thrust,
lemon-scented air fresheners shaped like yellow Christmas trees,
hanging so sad from a Chevy rear-view

I've got a question.

Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
It's calling out--
like a diver caught in the honeycomb,
waterlogged and choking, it's the fucking future, man.


O To Be In The Womb
O The Body Unmade
Tomorrow A Virgin
Tomorrow A Virgin