Silver Trembling Hands
The Flaming Lips
She keeps feeling for the blindfold
She keeps wishing for the
Secret society to fall
She keeps watching for the jaguar
With a silver trembling hand dagger
Night fight
Tomorrow she forgets about the fear
When she's high when she's high
When she's high when she's high
She puts diamonds on her forehead
They remind her how the animals
And trees and insects call
Is it wrong not to believe
Nature makes us all complete daggers
Night fight
Tomorrow she forgets about the fear
When she's high when she's high
When she's high when she's high