Excerpt, Chapter 8: “Perfect Strangers” Video (MV)

Before they were famous
Even long after they remained lovers
In honeymoon suites, rooftops
Railyards and gas station restrooms
The world seemed so vast once
Time passed, malevolent and slower
Clenched in the fist like a piece of glass
Clinging at each other's breasts and forearms
When all the colors of the night
Get lost within the frame
Each brick in the dollhouse could use a fresh coat of paint
And they're holding hands
Clandestine, calm and quaint
In long, lonely aisles
That we'd be lucky to walk someday
I want to be anything but
Now that we're famous
Baby we're boring and lonesome
Let's ditch California
The West is not near enough wasted nor loathsome
Tarantulas and Janus
Are tugged along by strings and strawmen
Let's murder Lucio and Casey the actors
And maybe yet save the person
When all the colors of the night
Are refracted in prisms and panes
Smile or snarl for the cameras
They've always looked at us the same
In long lonely aisles or jumping off the page
They'll build us cathedrals only to be razed
I want to be anywhere but here
Before they were famous
They were simply perfect strangers
Changing channels with the bloodlust
To long after the cue, ignore "exit stage-left"
Now that they're famous
Young, rich and frighteningly aimless
Might love each other a little less
But what they can't give another
They make up for in excess
Cause the world seemed so vast once
Confined with each season but never any closer
We only get as far as our two left feet
Baby I don't want to feel this sober