I do my best to sleep through the The classicists, the posturing I bought a green macaw, him Jules Verne He'll probably me, he's a bright bird me company, I teach him new words
I saw a at the theme park She as real as me through the white fog Then she melted down to her Turned a million watt candle If I knew she went, I would follow
Walking the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My are full of flat Cherry-Cola Slept on the bench, by the coaster
Dreamt I was on a motorbike Lion of Judah painted on the
I'm fine, I'm back in the palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral school China shops and cold towers I and I make toast to the Forcing the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a bang All through the house, the strong of burnt sage make it clean and run out the spirits I a diving bell when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can in an instant Feeling close but my distance On all fours, she's just so Fills my mouth with jump ropes and slit Bust through the into heaven
And I'm standing in that blinding light crosses falling from the sky
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