I spent all last winter in some rat-hole B&B, playing my space-rock cassette I picked up somewhere in a boot-salenYvonne took off for New York, found a job at the Guggenheim, I used to stand at the end of the pier and pretend that she'd diednAnd eternity ached like a woundnnOut by the boarded-up seafood stands there's a blind girl shivers in her '40s style coat while her dog sits watching the gulls dive-bomb the surf nSomeone sprayed a message high on the cliffs so I climbed up, it seemed important I see, but when I got real close all it said was LIMP BIZKIT RULEnThat old sadist Time twists his knife againnAnother day gone like piss down a drainnnHen-party girls dance a chorus-line, high-kicking past the curry-housenThe one in the platinum bob's skirt blows up in a breezenThere's a live band playing at the Porcupine, I sip warm rattlesnake jizz from a greasy glass, watching the light trampoline off the stand-up bassnYou use up your youth like it's loose change you're giving awaynMy midnight candle looks pathetic in the light of daynnBut I've been seeing this woman, she's like a playing card queen, she was a painter's model for some hotshot whose name I forgetnShe says she loves me but then she'll deny it, she wears 3D glasses, she's strange but cute, we've got a propane pipe, tinfoil and cartoons on TVnWe lie listening to the sounds of the building site close bynAnd yesterday she cried for hours 'cause I killed a flynShe's got more compassion than I've ever seennMy little black-eyed anorexic queennnBut lately she don't talknOr she don't come round for daysnI play my space-rock tape,nI play my space-rock tape