Transitions

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun

The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done

Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun

Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son

And he says

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun

The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done

Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun

Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son

And he says

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun

The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done

Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun

Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son

And he says