Search the skies      People of the morning   Thus consumed by their work-a-day   Do run about here and there   They stagger in the evening liquids – They do not see her      Teach them Sister   Like you taught me aboard the mothership   How to pronounce the dark secret   Slicing my tongue – Under my skin      Wild blue bombs away – Burn my books with love      Wild blue bombs away   Over mother earth   Tear the last words from the page   Burn my books with love      On and on this continued   Crushing spring and bruising summer   She grew dirty red blossoms for him and made a cracked glass bouquet   He did not see them      So she took matters into her own hands   And brought him aboard the mothership   Threw her lacy tendrils over him   Until he let it all go      Wild blue bombs away – Burn my books with love      Wild blue bombs away   Over mother earth   Tear the last words from the page   Burn my books with love      Search the skies