could the light in my attic be artificially
produced in no semblance of complexity
but instead from a storm raining anxiety
as i self medicate with the whiskey and weed

could the light in my attic be artificially
produced in no semblance of complexity
but instead from a storm raining anxiety
as i self medicate with the whiskey and weed

I ride like lightning
and with thunder i sleep
dreaming of lying naked breathing
the carbon dioxide you gently exhale in your sleep

could the geometry of our bodies as we sleep
be sacred like the air we breathe
or the water bearing moon as it wanes away into the sea

weird its strange i can't explain
what it is but what i know
but anyways it seems these days
its all the same

I ride like lightning
and with thunder i sleep
dreaming of lying naked breathing
the carbon dioxide you gently exhale in your sleep

could the geometry of our bodies as we sleep
be sacred like the air we breathe
or the water bearing moon as it wanes away into the sea

but you know it will be oh so thrilled
when its whole again and our hearts are filled with
with stars and moons
and bones and jewels
in an ever grasping palm

I ride like lightning
and with thunder i sleep
dreaming of lying naked breathing
the carbon dioxide you gently exhale in your sleep