Throwing Muses

With your bright yellow gun, you own the sun
And I think I need a little poison
To keep me tame keep me awake
I have nothing to offer but confusion
And the circus in my head, and the middle of the bed
In the middle of the night
With your bright silver frown, you own the town
And I think I need a little poison
I have no secrets I have no lies
I have nothing to offer but the middle of the night