A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
A million mirrors go into making a warm cup of acid for a baby panda
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
Lucy, listen to me. You don’t know where you’re headed, or where I’m coming to you
Does the sun want to stay for the moon? The moon would gladly stay for the sun. Like the sky,
I stepped foot into a chain and fell into a snow flake,
We should be lovers, cause no one knows what it’s like
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
Fly through a wall, and land in a river. Feel the ray of the sun, and respond with a shiver.
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a