talk to me regretting nothing requesting
it is it is it is it is
yes, we know forgotten soul to bed to bed to bed

"for a long time I went to bed early"
Dearest Proust,
I'm always the opposite for I went(go)to bed late
why, I can not grasp for it slips out of my hand quickly
gravely gravely gravely graves convert my mind to dust
                              one day, one day

we're all dying at a faster rate than we perceive
melancholy yet satisfying that
death is the most fascinating part about life
one day, one day we'll make it there
the stars the clouds the Universe will be ours
I just have to close my eyes and believe

today's today's today's today
tomorrow will never come
pounding pounds ringing bells
the clang
              the cling
                            the cluck
all beckon me somewhere out there beyond the continuum
the language, the tower falling so that one day the world will understand each other

one two three four one two three four
one..two..three..four
Symphony Pony lasts for hours
mmmcloseeyesandfly
it matters not whether I go to bed early or late
my thoughts will be the same
when I close my eyes the first thing I'll think of is
You.