Did anyone see those two birds colliding in mid air?. The cause of it a need to fit. And all this is a conch call for remembrance. And all this is a conch call for remembrance.
Where you'll be, I'll be from. In a while, it will rain up, back into clouds. Where it first plotted its escape. . We will take this time to strip down to our linens.
Every time we meet its always love and wine. The trees make our bathetic talk. Where cedar nouns and adverbs walk. . With beetles as the backup band. The flightless cheering in their stands.
Stay up for me. And well trade words about our youth. About our girls. . To keep us spinning with the world. . Stay up for me. And well compose and make a song.
Two of those with fins are swimming. Through the streets filled up with gin. With what they sipped they got back in gulps. . Post gallivanting town. They noticed water bearing rippled frowns.
What we need is a good jump kick, jump kick. To the head to get our ambitions in gear. For example, Jude at the party was taking her clothes off. Below the constellations.
When it comes, they slip its jug and pours. By the way, the carnal rain, of course. [Incomprehensible] one talk to document its travel. Drip, drip, drop and then around again.
My world is firmly compressed. Into the pocket of your front breast. We pass over cities and towns. Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement. Amongst the depressed, what you say, goes.
I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon. Before this head becomes nobody much later. . I see real as an aging face with lines of time put right in place.