i'm thinking of your wide open eyes
smiling as they feed the nerves
that push the field of silver and the colorful lines
that only you could see, like only you could do

i'm picturing a foresept in ice
that you would see if you could reach
and reconnect the ends into the delicate threads
but I just sit and wait for a blip to break the perfect little thin, green line

i dreamt of jetless high
seeding clouds from the other side
and rolling softly til the underbelly shines
and the back skims through the steam
feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling away
a dusty sleep you took too soon
and you
you need watering if you are to bloom

i'm thinking of your failing green eyes
smiling as they greet the day
they can't see me

and now I'm picturing us opening wide
drinking down our days in haze and bliss
together till it tumbles aside
but i just sit and wait for a rhythm in a perfect little thin, green line
it's true
so soon

[and the coil speaks]
i'd like to see us together
i'd like to lay my head low
i need to lean on a soft one
and bring the spin of the world to a halt now
[and the coil sleeps]
and you've been gathering angels
and fading further each day
i love you right now as i never...
remember my face as you quietly make your way

I dreamt of jet this high
seeding clouds from the other side
and rolling softly til the underbelly shines
and the vat skims through the steam
feeding upturned mouths and sprinkling away
a dusty sleep you took too soon
and you
you need watering if you are to bloom