You Aren't Really Here, It Isn't Really Light Out

When I ate the sun I couldn't keep it down
Spinning in the toilet I saw the sky reflected

Birds scream out into the day
I can touch your face and hair but I can feel how far they are away now
Slipping like sun across the floor
You aren't really here, it isn't really light out

High up lamenting the night as it passes
Why not?
You aren't really here, it isn't really light out

My face is a flower
My leg a ship's broken mast
My love's a little prince, a prisoner of his broken past

He says, "Is that you in the distance?
Have you grown so thin?
Your face an egg at a table's edge,
Your dress a night I cannot find you in"

High up as if touching a girl were a sin
Why not?
My dress and I you cannot find me in