I do my best to through the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Verne probably outlive me, he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a hologram at the theme She as real as me through the white fog Then she melted to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I knew where she went, I follow
Walking through the land of trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the roller
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of Judah on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Life's a wash, a school play China shops and cold ivory I and I make toast to the down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of sage Let's it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving when I hear it We're down, now, under the surface
to dark, can shift in an instant Feeling close but my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with jump ropes and wrists Bust the firewall into heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light Crooked falling from the sky
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