Sucking and blowing
Winter wind and snowing
The ghastly film, the frozen buds
I grasped a straw and stoned a grove
My pipe was truly burning
Its easy, its easy, its easy to forecast
Its easy, its easy, its easy to visualize
But when you have to live it
Waiting and wailing
Cracked up and failing
The stubborn tiles
Crack a laugh
The copper rock
The purple mill
Blind the tame and deafen unwary
You wouldnt think a sergeant could boast at the adrenaline
You wouldnt live to see the day where license is for breathing
Ill race you to the angels
Riding on a paperback
To goodtime music
For jungle birds who carry slimes
And slip between the yellow stones
Of starlight rhythm
Love was just a bitter nail littering the sea floor
You knew youd hit the paper cracks
Youve seen me on the metro
In a waking dream x 4