I thought you were giving me all talk and no action. Well the groove I lay on you. Would you give to all back to me. Now you got the kinda thing. Gonna show you my reaction.
Every time I get a little pressure from you. Stressin' 'bout the things that you wanna do. Talking like we could have been - should have been. Here, there, everywhere.
Ordinary sunset. The sun came up. In lots of spendid colours. When we woke up. And recognised each other. Someone said. I think you are my brother. I gave a smile.
A wailing phaerytale of benighted pain from profound abyssic dreams. And from a dark, mysterious, equivocative morrow... I now take heed. I drown in the verses these pages encompass - enthralled to quicken time.