I feel like adding in my own little melody
with a black hawk heaven diving down the butterfly
with a shockwave central beating at the art of a dragonfly
with a *** tim tim to my aching heart that sinks below
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
when I hear of damaged goods on their way to my feet
and I pick up a handful of sand, and I walk down the beach
and I look up, my hair is in curls and it is soggy
fluff and stuff and I'm carrying sea shells
the shockwave at the center of the body
beating itself, beating itself