Distortion. . Gosh! Guess I'm kind of sleepy too!. I think I'll climb aboard that very special choo-choo train.... Why don't you join us on our trip to lullaby land.
As we know, things aren't growing. What's next is close at hand. Some prefer to look backwards. Although they are the world. Ah, ah, ah. . I'm prepared for what's to come.
Lines and lines of the spines, colored everyone. Down the aisles, along the titles. Where you run your eyes. Read a few lines, ah. . Read the sign above the door.
The coal. The coal light. The callous. The caress. . The comb. The calm. The color. The cortex. . The code. The codeine. The comma. The context. . The collector.
I'm not Pygmalion. Hooked by failure. Ruled as a juvenile. Aged as an infantile. Subject to the ladder. . Ruined by affection. Excepted by exception. Predicted on a graph.
Succumb to the line. The finishing time. The long distance runner. Has stopped on the corner. But I won't give up. Although I've stopped too. . Before the end of me and you.
Captured under hypnosis. Faster and faster, images. Can a meaning be obtained. Or this mystery explained. . I'm in orbit, held by magnet. And the force feels so much closer than love.
Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. . Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. . Oh, how I miss you.
How sweet the bells. How sweet the bells. But what can they tell. Of heaven and hell. . Too brief the sound. Too brief they sound. And yet they resound.
I hope that you kept the note. That I left for you to read. Or did you throw it away. For passers by to stop and see. . And nothing can account for reasons.
Michael Michael Michael. Wake up we're going back to chelmsley wood. Michael Michael Michael. My feet are dancing can you see them. Michael Michael Michael.
The sky is faint, their tears remain. In me the rain has stopped falling. The fading light, walls barely white. In me the night has stopped calling. .
I wait on the stairs for a break in my mind. Let the balloons go outside. Let the balloons go outside. I wait on the stairs for my thoughts to align. You are the sun in my mind.
You can see in miniature, everything is so small. Close to the ground, you have found. There's no need to worry at all. . We could go to the cinema. Where everything would be so tall.
I'll show you for example. A situation that's like one too. And that can't really look at my time. It's harder in the morning. My room's too small for parties.
Long was the year. Will you stay now, you're here. Be like the sun, never gone. Sleep long and fast. Let the past be the past. . You're like the snow.
Here again at the end. Before the beginning. So the salt will spill again. Throw it over your shoulder. . Oh it's in tomorrow, fortune or sorrow. Wait, you may win.
Sapphire her burning eyes. Model euphonic paradigms. Awkwardness happening to someone you love. Awkwardness happening to someone you love. The black cat the black cat.