Pick a side That will divide Into a distant ride, Then we’ll strive Upon the open view

Mourning in the morning Bacon and eggs My head hangs at a sloop, Drowning in my coffee’s droop, I die and go back to sleep

Turn, look, do Do anything that makes you Make up the sky, Breathe the air Which flows between your hair

They look at me So unhappy; I’m gathering The look that they perceive Jealous of nothing

Joy and luaghter Dying in saturn glow Faded down to tender low Gloomy Tension Murder-invention

You know that feeling? You know? Come on You shake it from your hip, Let it slide with tender slip

Embark excess And become wise Alert of immense conglemented surr… Become independent Excess of this perception