I was laid up in a blue bed
talkin' to the apparition
he was spittin' out his history
I was young and liked to listen
I would listen to the whispers
I was noticing my mother
hang her hands into the water
of a well where little pinchers
snipped the tips of all the fingers
I was crying like a singer
and I went:
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la
ooh-la-la-la...
My friend's a flash of red hair
and we took off all our clothes where
it was cool inside the closet
and the floor it started pounding
as a kid had came across it
I was staring at a spider
spinnin' out a silver wire
it was haulin' up a robin
that had broken from its brothers(?)
we were singing to eachother
and it went:
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la...
well a woman is a weaver
(I am always sad to see her(?))
she is weppin' when I leave her
(carved it out from little squeezers(?))
and her still room is lonely
(we can call about the ____(?))
little lonely bones inside it
(is it cool inside the meadow?)
and the still room is quiet
talking to the apparition
(I had fallen by the petals(?))
on the morning I went missin'
(I was staring at the feathers)
I was young and liked to listen
(eyes and houses, little daughters(?))
I was starting to exist, then
(I had awoke and had recovered)
at least I hadn't been before then
(I was icy, I was water(?))
he was sayin' what was missing
(I was icy, I was water(?))
I was trying to remember
(but I hadn't been before then)
I had just begun existing
(and the universe was shaking)
I had walked out from the weather
(as I sun my little sister)
i was missin' like a feather(?)
(we were singing to eachother)
and she said:
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la
oh-la-la-la...
she said:
do you wanna?
do you wanna?
do you wanna?
do you wanna?...
do you wanna, sing?
do you wanna?...

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