And the sun
Raise it's angle
down my
dirty window
Moon's dried itself up
down last
sunday sutumn
We'll grace down
to the wire
We'll spin ourselves
to beauty
Absurb will be
slown down
to the point
of beauty
You swing by my hut
You drown in my dream
You glance through my corridor
Singing the song of swan
Mama oh mama
whose right to take your wrinkled skin
Mama oh mama
will you take me there
