I'm not well baby, come take my hand-
let's work on our travelin tan.
south thailand, north hong kong-
I know were not in love but it wont be long.
don't back nothin, don't bring a thing-
cause you and me are goin out on the wing.
and all of the good things to do...
learnin to love the real you.

about goin back home again-
I'm no gonna promise and i wont say when.
time gets the best of me-
my lousy old heart is like a factory...
thats lost in the heat of the jungle,
raidin gold, buying souls-
and never any shade.
dreamin downtown about the lemonade.

the form and sound of memory fragrant,
and touch-laden.
wandering seems futile-
the goal remains unset.
of every day and night
i make wasteful use.
though i hear the ruffling closeby
of my unearthly sister.
the descent into matter,
the prodigal daughter,
the terrible clouds, the horrible water...
dear futuristic lonely maid,
and maiden that land of.
darken the scroll to the tune of the final frozen
portal.
fear the native strength
and fate of it.

one baby to another said
"I'm lucky i met you"
i don't care what you think
unless it is about me.
i travel through a tube and
end up in your infection.
because i like you.

one baby to another said
"I'm lucky i met you"
i don't care what you think
unless it is about me.
i travel through a tube,
end up in your infection.
because i like you.

one baby to another said
"I'm lucky i met you"
i don't care what you think,
unless it is about me.
i travel through a tube...
end up in your infection.
because i like you.