The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and things to come
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into (the funnel of) my arms
And as always they're not strong And as always you do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to the ground, you're falling
you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by the dirty window
Coda
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me
but it just looks plain cold from the bottle another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain
and the neighbors have been drinking and they are raising quite a stink pretty soon they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly
the city makes a hooting sound tonight he owl on the roof has got it right if it's left up to him he'll take that stupid grin decapitate a rodent or a mouse
take the b train or the shuttle at the exit have a smoke try to spit onto the sidewalk instead you wipe it off your chest
I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes each time we start to speak on a timely mission you look pretty swell in your new position
fiberglass funny face up on the wall It's funny when it isn't funny at all and if it's up to him we will take the ways of sin and smash them like glass against the wall
but it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric and doubt carry on like little creature in the fields of our love