Corvette - Cassino

My only child’s a mute cartoon

Living in a castle on the side of the moon

Her mother is a machine made to cool

Chest made of steel, heart like a balloon

She’s got a job in a black and white photograph

I gave her all my color, now I want it back

I’ve grown wild with eyes so red

Chained in the woods in the back of her head

We built a house where the clocks forget

And times running fast from the mess it met

I took a job putting color on corvettes

I see them everywhere, and now I want it back

All my money’s made of clay

Sleeping on the floor it often breaks

And in my pockets, it will stay

Until my legs buckle under the weights

I know a million different ways

To put the water in this empty vase

My church has a single saint

With a poltergeist set to take her place

I celebrate while you change your shape

While a soaring lie sets the dinner plates

She said «I love you, but I never had the weight

To hold your troubled mind in its proper place»

And my baby’s made of clay

When I sleep with her, she often breaks

She’ll live a piece here everyday

Until my bed buckles under the weight

I know a million different ways

To get the water from this empty vase