it's a trancendental emergency the finger just seemed to land on me tulips stare at the painted sky over the hills, spy birds are flying love or perish on the grapevine said a wise person from another time
around I go for another day it usually happens pretty much the same way; I think about sex, I think about God, I'm thinking about money I think about sex, I think about God, I'm thinking about money
it's a beautiful day for skipping rocks, all the little insects are making love diamonds are floating up in the sky, throwing down answers at the midnight dances out there, they're planning the heat it's something I know is hard to meet
around I go for another day it usually happens pretty much the same way; I think about sex, I think about God, I'm thinking about money I think about sex, I think about God, I'm thinking about money