outside, just killing time and making noise outside, the daylight comes the daylight goes weightless affairs that weigh less than air weighs make no stairways just stairs goes nowhere don't dream that it's a dream it is what it seems that it's a dream it is what it seems
climbing from over-stimulated states to hearing cold redio and license plates but don't dream that it's a dream it is what it seems that it's a dream it is what it seems
behind every desire is another one waiting to be liberated when the first one's sated
waterskling, the water's soft, the water's hard you act nice, a black birthday card, I threw it away grown-up life is like eating speed or flying a place it's too bright, it's too bright
white and black hats hide behind each other's backs all the time