text: No longer caught up
  Big church wall
  Making some noise with a pair of drums
  Lying your thoughts out over the sky
  Spinning around as you gaze at the sun
  Why don’t you talk to me?
  What is that you see?
  Wrapping your fingers around my neck
  I see the grass is still when we made our beds
  I see the thin weed boy ride at this edge
  I see the holy Jesus and the Pharaoh and the Venus
  And the ghost of you and me
  Gagged and given up for dead
  Why don’t you talk to me?
  What is that you see?
  Wrapping your fingers around my neck
  There’s something up there but I
  Don’t know what the hell it is
  There’s something up there
  As you guessed
  Like the sun
  Why don’t you talk to me?
  What is that you see?
  Wrapping your fingers around my neck