The tigers come at four 

Shaped like the curtain and the floor

Like the stars they once were wild and cold



Your turn to see me 

I can抰 believe its really you 

Sharpening your teeth on my low womb



Playing with tigers 

Chasing the lampshade with my toes

Playing with tigers 

æ…£il i find out where it goes



You check your clothes 

You come and lay with me a while 

In the theater of dream 

We are sleeping in the aisle

Wind climbs up the brick

Carrying brightly colored ghosts 

They play on you with 

The light from the street below 



Playing with tigers 

Chasing the lamp with my toes

Playing with tigers 

Until I find out where it goes



Where it goes, where it goes 

I tried to leave you 

But you sent all the cars to bring me back

Tigers are falling like paper on our parade 

Tigers, tigers.

And the mail blowing out of the mailbox 

Down the street, yeah yeah

Tigers. 



I can't tell you anymore than that.

I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes.

Tomorrow when the train comes