These are just words, the truth is how you make me feel.
the choir-girls drink green teaand giggle/speak in a languagehe used to understandi listen to teach my daughterssoon, it will all be silencebecause the choir-girls drink green teaand cry in a languagehe purposely forgot.
...know, That......think. and....that is how i wanted it (i think)now this is just a guess:how it is doesnt mean how you think!funny thing is this kind of makes sensewhat i wonder now is whether those things that do make sense and hold reality for easy viewing,are really that impotant for much anything else...and again i dont know how much if any sense ive made:)
I'm a zoney, you're a zoneytogether we consume bologne,In the magic of the nightyou zing me into light.
I will take what you know and use it to confuse you.because in that uncertainty we might discover something new.