Chinese Lantern-Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia

[00:51]Suspended, fragile from the threads, every depth they can't fathom [00:57]Still dressed in cast-offs, I could be china [01:02]Sometimes I burn within air, but then they're always as far as a shrinking back [01:08]Down amongst teacups and warm palms, amongst all these familiar things [01:14]I could hold tight and wait for gravity to return [01:18]Heat grows more tropical and makes me restless [01:21]Just one more cigarette before [01:25]Caught between the rush of tide, blood bright [01:29]It floods out every other word or fraud [01:31]Consumes my elixir, my poison [01:38]Burnt blood but blowing through as transparent as a lantern [01:41]I take the smallest gestures to draw blood [01:44]But I'm safe for this half hour