Give me a rest, this all confirms my paranoia I need some thoughts, just gather some thoughts & feelings God my brain distorts, pictures then rearranges Slowly surely new meanings will come as everything arranges
She gives them a test on all the times that I've made trouble Her friends she talks, just gathers her thoughts the meetings off She drains assorts, stricture & disarrangement Wholly surely new feelings will come as every thing arranges
Bullitts dominæ? feel the calm forever Bullitts dominæ? she walks steady to the shore Bullitts dominæ?
And as i ask them the same i feel insistent Everyone's falling sun-suicide's optimal And as i ask them inside everlasting the ionosphere's collided! Everyone's falling sun-suicide's optimal
She gives manifests & all the while impressed she follows & leaves unexpressed, just gathers the flaws but I'm weary From the same discourse, richer from the old strangers Slowly surely new meanings will come as everything arranges