She thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars. She thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars. . She's not at work, she's not at school.
The distance outside of you comes into focus. Collapses away loving me. And hands to the glass and eyes to sky. And glued to the south she waits to see.
It's Eerie and it's awesome. How connected two pods scattered on the surface can become. Lazy into one. . He knows lightnin' kills the other. She can't stand to watch his petals fall.
Electrified and lit up by an outline of herself. And smiling now as only she can be. She said, "I made some new connections to astound them all. In ways we've never dreamed about".
Morning scatters in and I am steady. Like a drug feeling out this one. She wakes up smashed as hell. And steadies her ass against the rail. And bends before the pounding rain.
I took a worn out strand of your cellophane hair. And stretched it sideways. And oh my, my, slip though. Between the seam with me. . My brain stopped working from the cold.
Sleep comes to everyone. While we wait for the Sunday afternoons. Sleep comes to everyone. Everyone maybe yeah, but you. . Sleep comes to everyone. While we wait, wide awake and blue.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars. She's out back counting stars. She thinks she missed the train to Mars. She's out back counting stars. . She's not at work, she's not at school.
Come to you all dressed in sound. With bluebirds tripping wires to the ground. Connected to a time machine. That will not power down. . Set the cross hairs back on one.
If we both stand with with paths on high. And sink without the oceans, watch 'em dry. We can see far to the other side. It's you and I forever, we don't have to hide.
Chance brought me down on your side. She's just along for the ride. Wings melt and we hide. And all this means nothing to the sun.. Are we leaving this one?.
I'm thinking of your wide open eyes. Smiling as they feed the nerves. That push the field of silver and the colorful lines. That only you could see, like only you could do.
I'd like your hair long and laid on to the ground. You'd prefer an astronaut. Someone to relate to and someone to command. And I would be a simple man.
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds. I wish the ceiling was the ground. I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun.
The morning image from the satellites. Is all blue and green. And we've all got wounds to clean. Here's a rag, here's some gasoline. . She wakes up fine and rested well.
You swore the earth was round. And you said that there was no upside down. I hit the star ship's left the parallax flip. Like you showed me in the lighthouse.
We're two points collapsing. Supercharged from the storm. Sun drench in our faces, too deformed. Bliss with intent to see us. . Peeling locust skins from the locust tree.
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. I'm thinking of a number between everything and two. . She said, you can find a space between my arms if you will stay.
She hits the blade with both hands high. Downward is heavenward. And we are not alone. . Condensers on and a drop is found. A fingertip trace says to me.