right, because i think i've had enough of that
the morse code in the wall
a cat dusted in the buddleia

the feeling on the day is a bee hovers by the diesel
dizzy as a drummer with a glass hammer.

i looked for you with light on the chair
on velvet and on the pavement and pennies on the floor,

sure, my number is plus four four
four

you can’t beat half the continent with one belt loop
looking bright and smudged, like someone
tried to rub you out.

i never improvised, but i lied to the teacher
during another long exposure

i had to thank
you sammi gale i was going to put
that rose in, but
then you popped into my mind
because of the time we’re in, okay,
sure, my
dad 075676903, doesn’t matter
whether you believe in smoke-scrying
sure, no my number
074844803092 or is it a zero exhibit?

johnson writes an article called squeal backup
when friday he tricked me.
it’s a dyson. i could run a simulation?

if the johns
are davids, people know photos can be fake
he said let's see, i’ve got blisters on my ankles.

i've proved a thousand times these rumours
are not important
for the exchange i have with bob prefer
sammi i call poppy
unless you're poppy.
we use sammi poppy on our brother
called sam.

you just control the wind, guy.

can’t we leave, play golf or something, and look for
the ball in the long grass and all the little flags
go bailing out the banks

global warming is over, it's one size fits the doctor
will better understand what is medicine.
your brother or sister never lost their tricks
but our brave boys have shit in their holes
purple lights those doors
and could chop a finger off or deck a wall, right, well

i saw her by the queen's the other day with someone else
yet you are always two or three, everybody hugging
under sky lanterns in an ad to join the army

she did it all to herself while i was in love lab
last night. it's me, it's really me, finally
a face in the vapour
falls to a shower of poppy seeds.

right, because i think i've had enough of that
the morse code in the wall
a cat dusted in the buddleia

the feeling on the day is a bee hovers by the diesel
dizzy as a drummer with a glass hammer.

i looked for you with light on the chair
on velvet and on the pavement and pennies on the floor,

sure, my number is plus four four
four

you can’t beat half the continent with one belt loop
looking bright and smudged, like someone
tried to rub you out.

i never improvised, but i lied to the teacher
during another long exposure

i had to thank
you sammi gale i was going to put
that rose in, but
then you popped into my mind
because of the time we’re in, okay,
sure, my
dad 075676903, doesn’t matter
whether you believe in smoke-scrying
sure, no my number
074844803092 or is it a zero exhibit?

johnson writes an article called squeal backup
when friday he tricked me.
it’s a dyson. i could run a simulation?

if the johns
are davids, people know photos can be fake
he said let's see, i’ve got blisters on my ankles.

i've proved a thousand times these rumours
are not important
for the exchange i have with bob prefer
sammi i call poppy
unless you're poppy.
we use sammi poppy on our brother
called sam.

you just control the wind, guy.

can’t we leave, play golf or something, and look for
the ball in the long grass and all the little flags
go bailing out the banks

global warming is over, it's one size fits the doctor
will better understand what is medicine.
your brother or sister never lost their tricks
but our brave boys have shit in their holes
purple lights those doors
and could chop a finger off or deck a wall, right, well

i saw her by the queen's the other day with someone else
yet you are always two or three, everybody hugging
under sky lanterns in an ad to join the army

she did it all to herself while i was in love lab
last night. it's me, it's really me, finally
a face in the vapour
falls to a shower of poppy seeds.