Everything you need. Is everything I need to be. I sit across the room. Your breathing starts to croon to me. . Every prone to be. A pillar of things you will never need.
I untied all the rope lines. I gathered our things. And placed them beside me. You never arrived. And I got worried. You never arrived. And I was troubled.
Simple, simple it used to be. Riding bikes through the city. But you can't make it better. And you can't drop out of sight. . Sundays, Sundays after awhile.
Maybe I'll go tomorrow with a handshake. Maybe for everyone to see. Maybe I'll go so loud and so lovely. And take off with anyone that's free. . We all like to gather up in circles.
Come around the corner. We cannot afford to sit. Take what you're gonna take there. Make sure you make the most of it. . Sit and plan. All we can. Don't ever cuckoo and come undone.
Oh, it must be over there, see. In the tall weeds with his head leaned. By an anthill, by some water. With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler. . But I'm not too sure.
I'm circling around you. We're headed for the starlight in the meantime. I love your spiral hair. That you remove and lay it there around me. Sometimes the starlight.
Mornings will be kind to you in the future. Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt. Darling you could have that grave garden. Darling you could finish the things you started.
He was a great balloon maker. The balloons were never known for speed. There's no way that you'll get sweet. You asked me to waste some time. . Come out to see the sun, you're all we've got.