I do my to sleep through the caterwaul The classicists, the avant-guard I bought a green macaw, him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive me, he's a bird Keeps me company, I teach him new
I saw a at the theme park She as real as me through the white fog she melted down to her ankles Turned a million watt candle If I where she went, I would follow
Walking the land of tomorrow trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of flat Slept on the bench, by the coaster
I was riding 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 ivory towers I and I make to the Caesars Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong smell of burnt Let's it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell I hear it We're going down, now, under the
to dark, can shift in an instant Feeling but keeping my distance On all fours, she's so insistent Fills my mouth jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the into heaven
And then I'm standing in that light Crooked crosses from the sky
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