The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and

Things to come When this day is done you will collapse collapse into

(The funnel of) my arms And as always they're not strong And as always you

Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut

Above the bleed April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah

She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And

It's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to

The ground, you're falling You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by

The dirty window Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the

Thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make

Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow

Me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me