Gonna take a meteor shower. Lay me out on the lawn. With one detective's daughter. Nth power shine on. And maybe my verses. Ain't that free. 'Cause there'll be no more poetry. Taurus is a great big bull. He hid my heart out in the woods. The heavens move so slow. But I'm quick and good. And you don't have to be poor. To hang with me. 'Cause there'll be no more poetry. There's a God-shaped hole. Bleeding love up above. And in my heart full of soul. I just can't seem to get enough. And you don't have to be poor. To hang with me. 'Cause there'll be no more poetry. Cut it up cut it up. Fill it up fill it up. And you don't have to see me. To be free. 'Cause there'll be no more poetry