A painted rose, an ivory coast
Rolling hills, sand polished stones
Why haven’t we noticed this before?
Seems like it’s always been so barren and low
It’s like we discovered a new taste
Silly grins jumping through sea sprays
It’s like I had no sense of my own
And all these pitches rose until they bled through my nose
Garbled grunts
As a bear fishes the floodplain soul
And those spotted snails and gypsy moths
Washing over the kale leaves
We’re up upon a spiral jet
Of this coursing, fervid river inlet
It’s like our purposes are so clear and demure
And no more
Than just sitting here
Feeling the moist soil upon our pores
I’ve been unlocked and I’m now careening
Twirling beyond the confines of Bowie’s maze
Before was just a phase
As I pour my eyes into a paper cup, they smile up
Say it out loud and scream and shout; sorrows are falling from me
I say it out loud and scream and shout; sorrows are falling from me
I say it out loud and scream and shout; sorrows are falling
Say it out loud and scream and shout!
Say it out loud and scream and shout!