The dream that I dreamed Is endlessly distant The sky blue of the desiccated days are in my hand
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound A space without time or dimensions I'll make a life-sized sound And make up my face Beautifully, on only one side.
A half-rotted apple Fell into my hand Even our other sides are reflected in the mirror.
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound A space without time or dimensions I'll make a life-sized sound And make up my face Beautifully, even now...
Trial and error within distant human sensations A space without time or dimensions I'll bare my claws at the support for my head and body And shave off my face Neatly, on only one side.
The dream that I dreamed Is endlessly distant The sky blue of the desiccated days are in my hand
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound A space without time or dimensions I'll make a life-sized sound And make up my face Beautifully, on only one side.
A half-rotted apple Fell into my hand Even our other sides are reflected in the mirror.
Trial and error within fixed intervals of sound A space without time or dimensions I'll make a life-sized sound And make up my face Beautifully, even now...
Trial and error within distant human sensations A space without time or dimensions I'll bare my claws at the support for my head and body And shave off my face Neatly, on only one side.