years and you the fields so no
protect bird of spoil thirty
protect so anymore thirty the fields
your computered up bird spoil years and
anymore computered up side one help
your of spoil help no
bucket crow of no bottom
the earth scraped off
little burials long gone
the gosh! road
the gosh! road
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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I bread out thru glass
curving to make a world
in this noise blending crust
to a perfect edge
of lacking nothing
leaving tracks that will bake off
when the sun to the ruins rising comes
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
the bubbles of trouble
have the cool side of the house
all to themselves
and its all so shortly
curving to make a world
in this noise blending crust
to a perfect edge
of lacking nothing
leaving tracks that will bake off
when the sun to the ruins rising comes
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
o long time beneath the sea
my submarine & me
the bubbles of trouble
have the cool side of the house
all to themselves
and its all so shortly
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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