Johnson
Isn't it time you found a reason to write a new code?
I wanna tell you how to live this down
Safe in the steps of my hallucinatory hellos
I wanna tell you how to live this down.
Afternoon gold has sealed the substance of all of my thoughts
Craters of delight, easy with time
And when all my prophecies are cold
Will you still keep me close?
And now that the tendons and the bones
Have all turned to black stone.
Stumbling down through all the papers and trash in the light
With cypress on your blouse, kept on the sly
Equipped with your story and some pieces of shingle and rope
I wanna tell you how to live this down.