The mix got away from me quite easily this time.
The shower leaked again
The ceiling’s darkening
And all that I can think of is everybody anybody else?
At the bottom of the grass
Flamingo’s crying, thanks
And all that I can think of is somebody going to speak up
[Do you mind] If I’m asleep when the ship goes down
[Do you mind] If I use off-white just to paint the town
[Do you mind] If I retreat back to the here and now
[Do you mind] If I just catch the tail end, yeah?
I’m mixing up the names
The posters don’t fit the frames
And all that I can dream of is floating up and away
Tomatoes growing mould
I just got parole
And all that I can dream of is dreams of dreams of dreams
free your soul / open eyes / hold your nose / open mind / / arch your back / roll your neck / fingers in ears / back to bed