There's been a wedding it's dark
And the whole night full of cats
Mickey Mikee is playing sun lounger on a table
It's a high-tech German rodeo
On tour in my thoughts
And all the lizards of the night breathe blood
A rain cloud pulls over the moon
Rice grains fall over the earth
Mickey Mikee plays the bridal march on the fiddle
I weave the images of tomorrow into a psychedelic fabric
You remember the church bells ringing and ringing in
You remember the father of the bride giving speeches about nothing< br/>You remember dresses and lightning
And you remember awkward ties
(You remember the bridal bouquet withering')
You saw someone mixing into nothing with sting
As someone else called Imperial Sling
Then it's morning and you don't understand
Until you find no bride and no ring
Then it becomes bridges Across the river
It's the engineers of thought
Reflecting in the water where I walk
I think until I think again
I think of the priest there in front of you
I think of the promises you make and that you receive
I think of the organ pipes above
From the machine to the sky
A psychic ship for several thousand years
It blows up when I go home
The whole world stops ¥r in waves-I hear how the trees whisper;
-Our Mother and Father

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