rabbit and malonenwere drunk in a boatnwith eyes made of coalsnand madelainenshe sang like a stonen'i'd rather stay here at home'nndriving in the seanthat brings you close to meni'll hold your head down to a shellnwhere everything is smallnalice callednwith her filthy rainbowsnbut she won't say what she knowsnfor you i'm falling alivenbut i won't break my bonesnnheaven's head is hollownher hair all drunk with sorrowsnshe holds her head down in a bowlnof crawling starsnnall i knewnwas the guns far belownand the sun shining innand i never believed anythingnthough the night was filled with eyesnndancing in the ruinnsometimes you're almost humannplease hold my head down to the stonesntill i am small