my sutured mind post-oped and dry
keeps slowly does it time
impaled by trust shot up with your
four in the morning eyes

where do i go
where do i go

where do i go
where do i go

she's drifting round my barren ground
breaks slowly cold or crazed
these dust dead eyes are focused far
behind these summer days

where do i go
where do i go

where do i go
where do i go

and will i come of age
make your day
be precious and contrived
or will i blow you all away

where do i go
where do i go

where do i go
where do i go

where do i go
where do i go

where do i go
where do i go

my sutured mind post-oped and dry
keeps slowly does it time