EAST ATLANTA ILLUMINATIONS
the bubbles rise in my skull
like I'm a cracked glass full of black champagne
I feel like I'm home again
I feel like I'm home again

I just sit back on the burgundy couch
look out the window and swallow the night
I don't even have to bite

it just slides right down my throat
like a black snake full of black champagne

my teeth are vibrating like leaves in the storm
but I'm sedated and I'm warm
glowing soft gold all over my skin
glowing soft gold all over my skin

sweating light back out
from darkness swallowed in
and the TV hums a cobalt lullaby

I'm sprouting razor-edged wings I'm ready to fly
back into the black sky again

like a tiny bubble rising
to the rim
in a glass full of black champagne

like a tiny bubble rising
to the rim
in a glass full of black champagne