reckless spin of a weathervane dry dust stall selling sugarcane picture so blurry it can't be framed heart so full it can't feel pain shifty pair of eyes at ambush hour 19 volts of water rushing power tunnel underneath a leaning tower hand grenades disguised by flowers chorus burning with heat, hoping for rain red-eyed demons, deep in the grain speeding both ways, just one lane fingers are moving faster than the brain reddish gold haze, lightning streaks have another round cause we can't think bigger than any old day to day thing please don't wake us from this last dream red moon shining through the trees late night pacing, buzzing like bees two non-believers down on our knees just give us one night, one for free slow down, dead end barely get started fore we shut down again slow down, count to ten everything's fine till we go round the bend