a bliss of another kind. I said a bliss of another kind, I said. Lately I'm into circuitry, what it means to be made of you but not enough for you. And
do do do... Dropped off the edge again down in Juarez, "Don't even bat an eye if the eagle cries," the Rasta man says. Just 'cause the desert likes young girl's flesh and
afterworld into your room. So she prays for a prankster and lust in the marriage bed. And he waits ?till she can give, and he waits... and, and he
like suede. There are days I feel your twin, peek-a-boo, hiding underneath your skin. Hmm, jets are revving, yes, revving from a central source, and this
: Not tonight Josephine, in an army?s strength therein lies the denouement. But from here you?re haunting me. By the Seine oh, so beautiful. Only not
you go and chain her to your flow. She bites through your dried lean meat as she?s going to the movie show. In a bath of glitter and a tiny shiver she
yah), Chocolate cherry allamanda, (yah yah yah yah) Awabuki viburnum. Is there room in my heart for you to follow your heart, And not need more blood
, but I don't much like the look of it. And all we do is circle it, and I found out where my edge is. And it bleeds into where you resist. And my only
, I've cried a thousand oceans. And if it seems I'm flo...o...ating in the darkness, well, I can't believe that I would keep, keep you from flying. And
: Clouds descending... I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from cross the room. Just another trick... can I weather this
you back now. (Wish I had you back now.) And then when it seemed clear, just then you go and, Disappear... (disappear...) disappear... (disappear...) I took a taxi from LA to Venus
I've cried I've cried a thousand oceans And if it seems I'm floating in the darkness Well I can't believe that I would keep Keep you from flying And
to Venus in 1985 I was electromagnetically sucked back Into the party going on that night And it was the glory of the 80's With karma drawn up in lines And
Not tonight, Josephine In an army's strength there in lies the denouement From here you're haunting me by the scene so beautiful Only not to be of use
Rolling and unrolling And coiling emerging, running free Running through the underworld Into your room Is he real or a ghost-lie And she feels She isn't heard And
Thunder wishes, it could be the snow Wishes it could be as loud as she can be These gifts are here, for her, for you, for me And on and on, the nurses
off the edge again down in Juarez "Don't even bat an eye if the eagle cries", the Rasta man says Just 'cause the desert likes your girls flesh And no
what you know so you go chain her to your flow She bites through your lean dried meatas she's Going to the movie show In a bath of gliter and a tiny
