Day one of medicine and the sun
Letter, note to Adam, rotation
Drop by, check out what the small child hath done
A large starry picture for the wall

Dawn rolled into sweet spots behind my eye
Ostrich feather weighed out by the blind
Dawn rolled in two sweet spots behind my eye
A large starry picture in the wall

Can it be? (No, it can't be)
No soul cough left in him
The sweet sitar riff left his lips
Knowing sitar riffs will always get you close
Oh, the sitar riffs always get you close

Feels too good to be true,
They've done unto you.