Foggy city we zoom staight thru
You with your Elvis suit
Glittering under the moon
The water is high
Hiding underneath
Waiting for a fissure
To swallow our feet,
Train, iphones ,pelvis, and pleasure
I have a muffin in my bag for later
Incase the earth stays whole
I have two more for aliens should they invade
Be prepared I was told
I sit with my hands in my lap
And you shine the pompadour back
I smile because I feel like it
I wonder how you learned those fancy steps
If I could dream inside this dream
People still like statues in funny poses
Ignoring our happy song
And as we pass the moon on invisible tracks
Stars call out glowing
and popping the way fire cracks
So happy are they to see us.
Here in this dream we fly under the moon
Still the car is full to birth with her
We nuzzle next to strangers drinking their coffee and sugars
It is at least a 20 minute commute
And I can hear the timer ticking
Suddenly I'm grasping your polyester blend in white
holding on real real tight
But you keep slipping away and away
Water up to my breast
You are singing
uh huh, uh huh, ah hey hey
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