i sit and i try to eat and i sleep and i drink and i think and i look at my feet and i can't help but shake up my soul i listen to music and i dance and i cook and i tap my fingers on the table and i look at my nails and don't eat the food i sing and i sing in harmony to myself and the sound on the radio it's old school and it's new school and it's good and it's bad but when it's good it's pure and warm it's winter so the heaters on and the slippers are snug and the gin is spicy and cooling and hitting the spot in the full moon no moon dark and light i think of the love that isn't and the love that is never found and the love that is and the love that just isn't i've got the music in my head and the lyrics in my head and the words repeating all at the same time singing speaking thinking and it's all silence the owl is still and the orange tree is still and the tree of life itself is still and the beat repeats repeats repeats re re re r r (glitch) repeats