You know. What it feels like. To be naked. To be ground by. . Giant pennywheels yeah. Giant pennywheels. Giant pennywheels yeah. Giant pennywheels. . I dream, yeah.
To begin but not complete, to sleep but not to wake. To always be lost and to never find the way. . No thoughts or memory, no hope or tragedy. A mirror awaits to a reflection of the face.
See you naked in the bath. Cigarette stains on your hands. Wilted flowers in a vase. I ask "How are you? Yeah how are you?". . I see your lipstick on your glass.
Take my lips and sew them shut. Without words I'll dry up and blow away. She said that we were both so out of touch. And when we talked we'd say things.