I’ve been thinking without telling you.
I’m more there with the boy with his socks drawn loose
If my nails have calcified it’s a rejection of a 1944 thought
And a nod with blood eye to a gap of peeling skin.

I’m more there with a boy with his socks drawn loose,
In a flow state of dutiful sleep, by God for God,
And a nod with blood eye to a gap of peeling skin;
To harbor the three thoughts within my 2005 body

In a flow state of dutiful sleep, by God for God
I would cross my legs and smell must on this linen,
To harbor my three thoughts within my 2005 body:
People won’t dream, a boy doesn’t cry, a god can’t care

I would cross my legs and smell must on this linen,
Knowing well that others might question why,
People won’t dream, a boy doesn’t cry, a god can’t care:
But for him, his block body built for now.

Knowing well that others might question why,
If my nails have calcified it’s a rejection of a 1944 thought
(But for him, his block body built for now)
I’ve been thinking without telling you.