Looking real pretty in her anoraknBetween A1-11 and the railway tracknAmaryllis has a dream of traffic conesnAnd a crumpled raincheck for the pleasure domenShe says, Nothing is unbearable, nothing is unbearablenPeering through the window at the greasy skynAnd the complicated beauty of a river run drynEverything connected to her pleasure and painnShe's gonna try it all once then do it all againnAs if everything's a riddle to hernEverything's a riddle to hernnAll of history: slack demented poetrynTake a look at Amaryllis in the sprawlnAnd the Road-Kill Kitten wants to feel it allnnOut around the ring road in the falling darknBetween the heritage center and the business parknAmaryllis thinking on the World and I:nThe way the mud don't love younAnd the trees don't crynAll of it's embarrassingnAll of it's embarrassingnnAll of history lit up like a christmas treenTake a look at Amaryllis in the sprawlnAnd the car park's freezing but the rain don't fallnnAmaryllis moving through the shifting nightnIt's a temporary structure but it feels alrightnThe flesh of the city where it's got no bonesnAnd everywhere's America and nowhere's homenAnd I dropped her off at KidderminsternDropped her off at KidderminsternnAll of history: not all it's cracked up to benTake a look at Amaryllis in the sprawlnAnd the electric eyeballs get to see it allnIsn't it delirious?