( With Michael Stipe in the album "New Adventures In Hi-Fi" )



Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluorescent and starry

Some of them, they surprise



The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.

This letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls

All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed

Each and every one a little scary

I said your name



I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars

Hash bars, cherry mash and tin-foil tiaras

Dreaming of Maria Callas

Whoever she is

This fame thing, I don't get it

I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it

Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves

I can take you far

This star thing, I don't get it



I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near



I'll take you over

It tastes like fear, there

I'll take you over



Will you live to 83?

Will you ever welcome me?

Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?

Smoke it, drink

Here comes the flood

Anything to thin the blood

These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet

Phone, eat it, drink

Just another chink

Cuts and dents, they catch the light

Aluminum, the weakest link



I don't want to disappoint you

I'm not here to anoint you

I would lick your feet

But is that sickest move?

I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow

And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?

My loss, and here we go again



I'll take you over, there

I'll take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear

Adrenaline, it pulls us near



Look up, what do you see?

All of you and all of me

Fluor