TILT YOUR HEAD AND PAINT
A FACE OF A LOT OF
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS YOU’VE HAD

TEMPLE TO TEMPLE
WE’RE STUCK ON FIRST BASE
SOME SAY SOME DO

CONVOLUTED LOVE
ERUPTING INSIDE
THE NUCLEUS MOTHER OF YOUR CELL

THE SKY IS POWDERBLUE
SHOULD OF KNOWN THERE’S
NO CARRY ON TO WHERE WE’RE HEADING

INTO THE BONE AND THEN INTO THE SUN