Low tide tonight, low tide little yellow town
Green life teems up from the underground
Glows in the dark, sifts the sands of garbage
Reach hard in for the ragged star fish
And only her lipstick bleeds,
And the color seeds into all your paint by number schemes
What was yellow, what was white, what was day, what was night
And now in soft detective voices the past rises
And follows you in shapes of rain and dew
And you walk through the fun house,
Those sonic faces hit you like a bus
'Till you're knocked down by the doppler waves of trust
And over here I scare myself day after day,
Cube after cube, dot after dot laying down on the kitchen floor,
Tapped into the secret code she's a down girl,
The acid's eating out her mind
The altered universe, step right up
