Why have you brought me here?
Dead leaves and the dirty ground,
Star shine bowl of oranges.
She came in through the bathroom window,
Dead or alive, frame by frame.
For the benefit of Mr. Kite, he’s a tramp.
My generation clockwatching,
Parting of the sensory remedy.
Sunday morning I hear you breath.
I can’t see your face in my mind the way we get by.
Early in the morning, what light?
Ultimate letter bomb.
This velvet glove specialist is what I’ve been looking for.
Young and proud major leagues.
I could be in love with someone like you.
Be the miracle, sway.
Here we go again, a punchup at a wedding.
Sixth whole soul the one.
The ocean breaths salty black plastic bags and fake plastic trees.
Alone in Kyoto, what do I need with love?
Churn Maiden, can you feel the love tonight?
Books of flags, never there.
Come downstairs and say hello.
Potato juice and liquid bread paper cut.
Wishing on a star you will be a hot dancer my friend.
Spanish panic, the sound of settling down, breaking free.