Either as the same here or the mirror shone anew
She blew through the air clenching her loving fare
Bus stop there hung in time none awaiting to be taken away
Now she's gone and I cooly stand still standing here

Of the as if's break apart while hanging from window sills
And the priest marchers ****** their own by mistake
Of stages which burn majestic rifle loud the golden tickets
And managers of magic maneuver themselves just to stay sane

Here we lay stranded doubting dutifully what we will and see
Cause the land is too bareen now to live or have any fun
Crowded corners of railway stations lay fragmented for you
I stand alone on the far side of the bended and black road

See how light the light breaks through this starry night
Hear how hard the sounds of the hounds howl and whine
Touch the tearing face of every other mother's son
Smell the smear of the feeling rear of a box car going & gone

Near to me was the only thing you said you knew how to do
Now with you gone I hear nothing but he skies crashing blue
Near to the end of the tree marked mark to dark were your eyes
Now your hair falls in another place far away oh so far

Suspend tie your wives who look off not so proud
Cause of the worry of the word shines on these familiar lies
I take what must be took for that must be that
Grip the Earth for Her skin never has bore any trap

Slow motion type of reeling metamorphisis and wall
Two to the too late sisters who wore her hair in tails
Ordinary at night but in the light of the breaking day
She wears the warmth of the world all through her black curls

But trapped away from the majestic tyrannical royalty
Of fear ******* pickers who scream of their lowly teen like woes
She bears no hate but seems to carry it everywhere she goes
And when you talk to her of love all she can say is so...

Sinister corruption in the corn meal concoction sense
Relying on the pencil shavings pieces spend to protrude
Neither I fell flat on myself or I never even knew you
Spending an hour to send another love note and then

But thought thinks fast for the feasible starry night
Yes' there was a ****** in the mercurial sense
Right to the end streets were made all lined in by the fence
Scissor of the sorry cuts through us all for far too long

Kindle the heat underneath that chest which softly beats
You were away but then by my search I found you again
Alone so secluded so as you asked for another in confusion
What has happened to you my lost angel my one reason?

But trickle no wet noon upon the block which we walked
These are the terrors of the town which make no sound
Your man with his hands has broken your name once again
We I me and you would never choose to live in time the same in tune