Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break
What's the fascination
With lovers at the station
You have to tear yourself away
 [bad word] The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
It's not a job to do today
Sleep it off

Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die
panic smile across your face [bad word] browline
The hissing bitter punchline
Call when you can tie your lace
 [bad word] my world my brother [bad word] my [bad word]