You treat mistakes like a museum
You always stand there looking parched
There's not some tapestry of reason
There is no fabric made of stars

So early on a Thursday I sat with a baby
He told me what's happening lately
A fictitious account of riddles and clues

The devil said dance with my daughter
I said I'd consider the offer
If when I die I can wear your cloven shoes

How are you surprised
That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly

How are you surprised
That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly

How are you surprised
That the bluest sky loses hue at night?
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly, I'm a human fly
I'm a human fly