doldrums

are you. quake awake?, are you. quake awake?, are you. where in the world did you learn this behaviour, honey?, wondering yaletown a quarter to dead, dead right and if you have the money, there's always a cat in a hat who can save you, from yourself and from the world, from making decisions using your head, head, and what a pretty head, draped in the veils and silks of the new world, a curling of jasmine smoke as you parade, past the shuffle of desperate men on the corner, singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same, you found you a bona fide synthesised saviour, honey, found a vocation, got you a job, maybe don't write the folks, don't write home, you're as blue as the sky and as sharp as a razor, on the move and on the edge and on your own, staring down buses protected by god, draped in the veils and silks of the new world, a curling of jasmine smoke as you parade, past the shuffle of desperate men on the corner, singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same, like you were dragging a stick down the railings, green eyes and rubbernecks covet and crane, you moses the red sea of men on the corner, singing all of this stuff in our veins is the same, are you. quake awake?, are you. quake awake?, are you.