I bore you now bear for me

Loftily that

Condensates

Tween the tilings where

Never the window

And the window with all of its arms

And it's arms the grace of knowing

And easier the trottoir

Than yours are

Coffered and hiding

Than yours are

Coffered and hiding

Please open up

And let me into your countenance

Please open up

And let me into your countenance

I'm sleeping in

With palms as I know that I should

Please open up

And let me into your countenance

I'd like to

Where where'd you

I'd like to

Where where'd you go

Where where'd you go

I'd like to know

I'd like to know