Wandering Wondering
Wandering wondering.
Last bus ruffian, parka wrapped god bless him
Park alive with electric eyes
The gunman hugs of a Stockholm town tight wrapped
Ideas like marbles spill
Three feet in front of my face is blind
Everything is sun kissed perfection in this light
Woodland wa-onderings.
It’s quiet now.
I’m gonna leave this place soon
But I don' think it's gonna leave me
Two bit cliché, my days
The words are absolutely perfect until I string them together
Car crash bear face mess
A tangle, jumbled
Unpalatable.