Embark excess And become wise Alert of immense conglemented surr… Become independent Excess of this perception

Pick a side That will divide Into a distant ride, Then we’ll strive Upon the open view

Liquid night creeps over the town I lay by the quite side of a vast… Which is smothered by the glow of… I sigh in ecstasy

Mourning in the morning Bacon and eggs My head hangs at a sloop, Drowning in my coffee’s droop, I die and go back to sleep

Turn, look, do Do anything that makes you Make up the sky, Breathe the air Which flows between your hair

You know that feeling? You know? Come on You shake it from your hip, Let it slide with tender slip

They look at me So unhappy; I’m gathering The look that they perceive Jealous of nothing