The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light
You contrast and compare
Between the busy ones and the ones
I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of
I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub
before he'd
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly-wed?
If all
Let’s sail away
Past the noise of the bay
Let’s sail away
Past
The city has sex with itself I suppose
As the concrete
Now that it's June
We’ll sleep out in the garden
And if
Touch, lying on the floor
Wishing this could last
Knowing that it
Let's sail away past the noise of the bay
Let's sail