Tekster: Made Out Of Babies. Coward. Mandatory Bedrest.

After all the dreams started words just showed up on the page each day looking for some company a single point on which to rest their heads paralyzed and squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim there was no sign the change was fixed tumbling down in sympathy outsides run against the grain in streams after all the dreams started words just showed up on the page each day speak ing volumes out of turn upside down sinking into shade paralyzed and squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim looking for some company a single point on which to rest their heads dark and flat against the page wading deep in muddy shade and the quiet of the change when all the dreams started