these lyrics they follow me down the street,
they want to exist and fall out of my mouth.
a lady so curious, my perception is altered by experience.
the winter wind takes my voice for a spin,
pick up my feet, then things get a little clearer.
will everything just fall into place
like a pretty little puzzle in a box?
why do my words flow out or
tend to slow before they stop?
we're drivin drivin slowly as i watch the trees pass by me.
im holdin in my hand the key to life, my art is immortality.
i will always live inside these words and paintings
they will remain solid and sane while im changing.
oh i float inside your clothes,
and my heart underneath the layers
knows.
oh it knows your warmth.
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