Wake Up

Wake up, you can't remember where it was Has this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead prisons And she was beside me Ooh, she's not young Her dark red hair, her white soft skin Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom, look She's coming in here I can't live through each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain