Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in Michigan
Why can't they wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in Michigan
This recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It's good to be alone
Why can't they say what they want
Why can't they just say what they mean
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private callers, ids blocked
The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It's good to be alone
I'll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home
There's no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan Why can't they wish their kisses good Why do they miss when their kisses should Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys On a private beach in Michigan This recent rash of kidsmoke All these telescopic poems It's good to be alone Why can't they say what they want Why can't they just say what they mean Come clean, listen and talk Hello private callers, ids blocked The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars The future has a valley and a shortcut around Who will wear the crown of drowning award Hold a private light on a Michigan shore You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke From a microscopic home It's good to be alone I'll be in my bed You can be the stone That raises from the dead And carries us all home There's no blood on my hands I just do as I am told Explain Request ×
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