Peter Blegvad & Andy Partridge - Steel Bed

When I sleep me Body dissolves. The bed looks empty. But the steel frame Is an accumulator. My soul-currents Coil in the springs. Whoosh - Through the floor Veins of ore Conduct me down Through chthonic strata, To Hell. Stumbling all night Over bones of the dead. I'm a fume Without a mouth To call her name.