Three Minutes for a Detuned Diorama

In the time of every detuned thing
Coming forward, only to fade back in
You got no money, you’re still alive
You’ll spend everything on plane tickets 'til the day you die
And when you got nothing nice to say you don’t say anything
That doesn’t truly help to overthrow the king
Bring me the head of the past, I need to see it
How big is the monster looking over your shoulder?
How big is the river in which you are the boulder?
I wish my heart would manage to grasp it all
I take it in One at a time
(I take it in)
I put sugar on everything In the time of every little breath
Being one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippis
Closer to death
And in the time of wrapping heads 'round poles and watching them dance
What will come, nobody knows, but I’ll run with you, I’ll take the chance
How big is the monster looking over your shoulder?
How big is the river in which you are the boulder?
I wish my heart would manage to grasp it all
I take it in One at a time
I take it in I put sugar on everything But dear, the skeleton always smiles
As if there was something funny about the afterlife