Telepathy, we want to know oh God look at the moon it's the last quarter of the century of some damn basketball game a wave, a slave, ?? you're holdin' that thought all this trouble to get you from here to there since we've been in conversation what should be is ??? to get over, in and out and me? me, I'm gettin outta here and now to describe it I should have to fall back in time
In the end it's our unshieldedness upon which we depend it was the last quarter of the century, of the moon, of some damn basketball game Time jumps like some magic rebound and the city that I flew across and the house that was my friend's house and it's the image keeping me awake and the sound that I like
In the end it's our unshieldedness upon which we depend and when we saw it threatened we turned it so into the open into widest orbit somewhere across the wounded galaxies we intersect cries, made movements, turned to me and he says: you, from the other side