Oh, the dream I have suffered. Augured fear upon the water. Vessels tall with small men inside. Coming near against the ebb tide. . I can talk to fox like he's a man.
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend. Election time again, I wish that I was dead. Some conversation, if you're well read. To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head.
When the caf doors exploded, I reacted too. Reacted to you. Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too. But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to. . Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing too.