To the bar where I wish that I could end this
Start, here with all my vices
I fall in the jar and it seems I am in this
Path, in between disguises

I, to the bar and I lose me in the pictures
Half, head in two devices
I, pause when [bad word] in a million little pieces
Darts, wearing different sizes

I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are
I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are

To start where I know I'll never end this
Path, here with all my vices, I
Laugh, as they [bad word] to the sound of the monkey voices
Past, where I left my toysingers

Climb, the mast, 'cos I know that I can win this
Blast, almost scratching heaven

I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are
I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are

I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are
I dreamt I was a letter telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where the wild things are

To the barge that is waiting for my choices
 [bad word] on Kubla promises
Wear feline masks, we'll go sailing through the moons eye
Glass, love [bad word] my left hand sky

To the barge that is waiting for my choices
 [bad word] on Kubla promises
Wear feline masks, we'll go sailing through the moons eye
Glass, love [bad word] my left hand sky