(these books were alive they spoke to me. the books have nothing to say!)
Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise Aside the chair, it shut down for four days Green and brown are growing sweet (...) You run the bar in through a picture of your time
The wind-up bird was her new muse (x3) She made the frontpage bad news
Tell me a story inside Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen as I read you, my love.
The low mower side, sharpened his blades And we all told you that it's good to be scared I turned the page and start laughing at my friends I looked into her eyes, so that we could pretend
The wind-up bird was her new muse She made the frontpage bad news The wind-up bird was her new muse She made the frontpage bad news
(What is that over there? That? That's a rocket chair)
We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen as I read you, my love Tell me a story inside Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove Lie back and listen as I read you, my love.
Compositor: Michael Lewis Lindsay (Tunng) ECAD: Obra #3219464