It’s time for clocks to sing, and cats to fly. It’s time for
Don’t waste your juice box, Mr. Turtle. Turn around and face the
At the end of every dark tunnel, there is a brick wall
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
Jack never wanted to take the world by force, but sadly that was the only
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
I fell into the ceiling and cracke… my head again. The Doctor said he gave me a brain. But, I guess it’s not working.
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
Tie me to a cup, in the middle of a purple forest.
The rain man painted a picture, but the picture he created was
I want to get high, cause I’m feeling low. I want to feel
That flower is pretty, so follow the sun as long as it takes
A steel boot is lodged into a painting drawn by an ape. Airplanes circle a
Blue is in the corner, I can’t stop it from talking. It has a mind of it’s own, I hear it whisper in my ear. Pictures in the sky,