The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and   things to come      When this day is done you will collapse collapse into   (the funnel of) my arms      And as always they're not strong And as always you   do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut   above the bleed      April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah   She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go      And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And   it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few      The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to    the ground, you're falling      you and your masculine you forever benched sitting by    the dirty window      Coda      Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the   thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make   your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow   me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me