The secrets a frog reading
a linear algebra book is keeping
meeting with an English garden
the aldous huxley book is being written

Screaming with dreams, dying
in the day i lied about lying
i'm not the same as you lived
but i pray to believe in you

Angélica
in the garden soul
i killed you in my heart

But I didn't know that I would need to take you to my deepest dreams
to imagine what the whistling talent show would be like
how to disappear in my own smoke
now i know

Ginsberg called me all night long
to talk about the new plants woods
I understand Mrs. Tambourine
singing rhythm and blues
i'm not too young to singing a blues