Tonight We Will Eat Something That Has Two Colours In It

It doesn't matter what I stick to the walls
They only come alive with you inside
It doesn't matter where the sickness resides
You are the hour arm I'm swinging from
A native away and a tourist at home
Please pin the borders back

This city will help me spit my teeth again
Just pull on the rib-like wire to watch me sail and spin
This city will help me out in getting out
Just pull on the collarbone coil

It took a year to stop and focus my eyes
They wandered long enough, then stuck and shut
I never knew i'd jump the yawning divide
Now all the other ruts don't seem so tough

This truck could loosen up its cargo so much
That it leaves a trail that we will follow
Until it reaches some great shining wall