Velocity Girl

When the sun has gone crashing down,

And the longing leads your eyes,

From the shadows someone calls your name,

And desires fail disguise.

When your flashing down lesion fields

With them phantoms on parade,

Hollow faces of polished steel:

Riders of the blade.

Wake up! We are nearly home.

My velocity girl...

Stake out your pleasure dome.

There is a place for us.

A place for us.

Now, we're naked in a frozen land

Dry iced amphetamine

Take the handle in your naked hand

Just a post in the machine

Wake up! We are nearly home.

My velocity girl...

Stake out your pleasure dome.

There is a place for us.

A place for us.

From paradise to passion play,

Another moon is bleeding red.

Steal away with me a million years,

Stealing from the dead.

Stake out your pleasure dome

There is a place for us

Wake up! We are nearly home.

My velocity girl...

Stake out your pleasure dome.

There is a place for us.

A place for us.

Chris Whitley and Jeff Lang