one mile in the air that's where she lives 

her body looks so thin and pink and small 

dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands 

and swallowing her fingers as they fall 

two people dance on the edge:three of us push them away 

there's nowhere to go we're all in this 

but nothing can hurt us at all 

fight her all you want you'll never win 

couldn't we just once leave her in bed 

let the dry air cut her happy throat 

hide her heart and lose her happy head 

first I was a murderer then I was a saint 

now I live on stolen time twist and run like paint 

like an animal 

tuesday in the sun nothing could be worse 

not now not ever not anymore....