High Alice

Alice lost, she took a long rest in an unknown place
 She thought, "Where do all these creatures come from?
 And why are they here?"
 Like in a club of fur
 Strange feeling, strange feeling
 They must be drawn to something
 They must be drawn to something
 She reaches back through centuries of arms
 She reaches back through centuries of arms
 While hare and fox, and doe, and deer
 Are all trying to find her
 They're all trying to find her
 Let her sketch out her rabbit hole
 Her pleasure dome
 Through centuries, through centuries
 Through centuries, through centuries
 Through centuries of art
 (Of being drawn to something)
 They must be drawn to something
 Creatures keep swimming around her
 She must be giving them something
 Across centuries
 Something that would be better
 And I have something better
 I want something better
 We all want something better
 We all want something better
 To get us close
 The beautiful queen, the beautiful clock
 The ocean, the ocean, the ocean
 Where I wrote my first poem
 With my hand on my skin
 With my hand between my thighs
 I must be drawn to something
 (A thin layer of wax)
 I must be giving them something
 (She reaches back)
 Something that would be better
 And I have something better
 I want something better
 We all want something better
 We all want something better
 We all want something better
 We are high, Alice
 We all want something better
 We, we all want something better
 We all want something better
 Alice, Alice, Alice