O'er the breathing pines
You idiot,

Squash down the slide of mud
Come in.

Dance in the feeling of just feeling it
Indoors, come in. Indoors!

Chambers of woody respite
Don't push it,

Layers of wool up the sky
Come down.

Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach
Come down, make this easy for me.

Skate against rainwater pools
Your sweater!

Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder
Mom's sweater!

Learn that mistakes are what make us dead
Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle.

Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill
Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.