God's own speakers

He's sitting on the edge of the stage
in the twilight zone
in the vague green light
in between two acts and reality
symbolised by the heartbeats
flowing from God's own speakers

He's sitting there getting used
to his own vague fire burning him up
while a girl of about my sweet sixteen
tanktop jeans and sneakers
subtly moves the monitor into the right position

If this room was a cardboard box
and we had been walking all day
could we just let eachother be
and sleep in peace?

He's creating stalagmite palaces
rowing a rubber band boat
shooting snowball berry bullets
and he wants to know
do sixteen-year-old witches burn
like him and can they float?

If this room was a cardboard box
and we had been walking all day
could we just let eachother be
and sleep in peace?

And can we send the security guys on vacation,
can we send the security guys on vacation,
can we send the security guys on vacation,
can we send the security guys on a vacation,
to the moon?