And your head is made out papermiche
so many things are written
And so many things need ridden
I remember when I had the urge to fly
Across a dirty pond it was
I played a song with my -
That that that thing but
That thing that lives inside when
You think that life is so perfect
Full of brightness And lightness
- that that that thing is so ...
So what if it covers all the writing on the wall!?
A hanging wire from a lighting post...
It faces me, the light the head and heavy heart
It burns me - that that that thing
That made my other thing explode
And took my own
My child my own creation -
And now it turns the pages - a tired finger and nothing lingers
These are just words...