29 #Strafford APTS

Sharing smoke

In the stair up off the hot car lot

The sun shine hard on the video spot

Sure as any living dream

It's not all then what it seems

And the whole thing's hauled away

A womb, an empty robe, enough

You're rolling up

You're holding it, you're fabric now

Paramind, paramind

Hallucinating Claire

Nor the snow shoe light or the autumns

Threw the meaning out the door (Well now, could you be a friend?)

There's no meaning anymore (Come and kiss me here again)

A womb, an empty robe, enough

You're rolling up

You're holding out, you're bent prize

Canonize, canonize

Motor up and yeah, you're own, ooh

And yeah, you're on your own

Fold the map and mend the gap

And I tow the word companion

And I make myself escape

Oh, the multitude of other

It comes always off the page

I hold a note you wrote

I know you buried all your alimony butterflies

Sub find, some night