Your Lips Say One Thing
But the Drugs Say Another
How Can I Massage
This Intergalactic Ulcer?

Goodbye Sober Day.
Hello Milky Way.

Pin My Ear to the Wisdom Post
Hang Me Up and Drain Me Dry
Mend My Shipwrecked Spirit
Lift the Veil From My Eyes.

Goodbye Sober Day.
The Years Grew Wings and Flew Away.

Ghosts of the Past Become Barbarians...
...of the Future.
And I Still Pity You
Because What You Said Was True.

Goodbye Sober Day.
Hello Milky Way.

May Your Sun Be Blown Out Just Like a Candle
May Your Sea Burn Like Tar
May Your Sky Be Rolled Up Like a Scroll
May Your Blue Moon Drip With Blood.

What Would They Say If You Went Up in Smoke?
If I Dug You Up and Made Soup of Your Bones?
Goodbye Sober Day.