Big sky pulling faces
Looking down on me
Hear your heart hiss
Alone in the mist
Big black thunder claps
Laughing at me
Taking the piss
Running with a baton
Like a stallion
A flipping flagon
Heart of a hippie
Trippy in a mask
Eyes of a dragon
Piercing through glass

Burned a hole the soul
Turned inside out can’t get out
Upside down
On your sleeve never leaves

Pink Butter
Velvet whipped up
Pink Butter
Satin slips away
Pink Butter
Nutcracker wings
Pink Butter
Flaps in the wind
Pink Butter
Can’t get a hold

Pink Butter
Slippin away

Veins taunted n pained
Passion pulsing thick n fast
They’re clotted n knotted
Shackled cold n bolted
Heart’s a tickin bomb
Never comes along
Gonna explode into song
Until they come along

What makes this better than that
A fist to break the throne
Or something mathematical
An empty hill Pythagoras filled
Something mechanical
Or something magical
Something factual
Or something fantastical
Yeah what does it take
For the bulb to be blown
What does it take to make it known

Dreams are what come
Not from the past
Nor tomorrow
They’re here until now

When we hack the heart
We open the path
When we believe it
Then we walk it

Slice thorough silk on a milky way
Crotchet night with day
Count bright stars on a mountain fair
Just picture us that way