You claim the world sits in your locker,
to wait on your desires...

Context is contextual to the myriad of madness in...
while his image is held high in the enigmatic eyes...

Little angel, put on a smile,
daddy's gonna fly with you a while...

Last night, I dreamed of flowers beneath a golden...
Rivers flowed to the left, where rows of date...

There once was a name on a leaf whose branch
grew further than the reach of the sun...

He wakes to find his spirit bound
to a broken glass in rooms of ether...

Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...

Cigar smoke drifts across the room
and cradles the aroma of fresh espresso...

Who are you? Really, who are you?
How is it that I am bound to your presence...

Do you remember imagining the sand upon the shore?
Waves that kiss everything while always wanting...

Street lamps burn the night away as moths fly...
The wistful air in dance and play, trailing...

Scorched is the land 'neath where my feet lie,
where rain burns black in the dark, night sky...