Open Up Your Face

While the traffic hums When the madness comes As the wire buzzes While the weary run Like a flower that reaches out it's fingers to the rain Like a bird that flies above the gutters and the graves Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace And the water's fine As we drift away Every single night Every single day Like a human cannonball who hears the match strike flame Like a prisoner listening to the rumble of the train Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace And I know you want me, I want you You want me, I want you You want me, I want you When it's coming down, Tropical rain All the neighbours running out On the street again Like a cool wind blowing on some desert afternoon Like the priest who kneels before his Mary in the gloom Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace And I know you want me, I want you You want me, I want you You want me, I want you