I've Got a Witch Mad at Me and You Could Get into Trouble

Consider this your fair warning. There's no turning back now. You're leaving your Blanket of cleansed gospel For the smut of vicious truth. You won't need your own wool coat Because out there the sun beats through. So interlock your fingers with mine And squeeze tight. Stay close behind. We haven't much time So I'll cut to the quick. We'll burn the midnight oil. The sun will peek into our windows And be surprised to find empty beds, Walls naked, our closets stripped Of all its threads. We will awake in a new world. Our own island. This floating ma*s. A jagged slab. Where bulbs burn for us until the end. When dawn arrives We'll be ten drinks deep. If we can fight off turning horizontal, We'll explore our new home And find similarities at every turn. No matter how far we go It's all a fragment of a whole. Even it all locks are keyed Or calloused become our feet. No matter how far we go There's no escaping the glow. We'll take our seats at the throne. Wonderland is now our home.