Where The Miracles Fly

The Floating Men

I'm watching the angst-ridden damned as they dance to industrial thunder all night

The girls and the boys share their works and their toys

in a place called "Where The Miracles Fly"

Where the miracles fly

The leathered and tethered all gather together in shadowy corners to grind

The sign at the bar says you're never too far out for where the miracles fly

A hazel-eyed child with a nail in her smile says I'm driving her our of her mind

She shudders and sighs an amphetamine sigh then ascends back up into the lights

Where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly all night

Where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly all night



They vow to die glamorous, violent and young but they're certain they never will die

They're just hungry for more in the methadone roar down at where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly

They're kissing too deep and too hard and too long and they're holding each other too tight

They're chewing their lips and they're grinding their jaws; they're in love

Where the miracles fly

When the ecstasy thins into sweat on their skin and the chemical lightning subsides

They follow a "grin" with a swallow of gin and again they go off for a ride

Where the miracles fly

I want to live on a farm and raise a family

I want to bathe in a pail of morning rain

And wash away where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly all night

Where the miracles fly

Where the miracles fly all night



The chapped and the gloved promise undying love as they fondle each other goodnight

Out in the cold they look ghostly and old in the fog and the pre-morning night

A gallon of rum and a valium should quiet the hum in their ears and their eyes

They black out the day using blankets for shade

'Cause they're sick and they're certain they're dying

If they could just pass out 'till sundown

It will all be alright

They could head back to the underground

Where the miracles fly