Coming and going all street day. I can sleep with your warm ways. Forever love, together love warm ways, and coming on a warm and fine winter, winter of a new decade, thank you. Can’t let you down, to not lie, the fire in a song just ask me how it is, revive the burning. Can’t give you up, what’s been going on. A deserted city street in paradise, going home the great hot lava. Over the rainbow bluebirds fly, and she is far behind me. Too die in this wonderful city and she is a color. Babys cry what do we know of the hotel street blue? Out in the distances, fire escape is under you. Great to be interpreted by you, and there is a, peace; still covered by you still.
In my mind there is a knowledge that reminds me the beauty of intention. Sometimes I escape to a passion outside my soul. I know that place is in my mind. Inside of me there is a place with no sorrow, or sad tomorrow. In my mind there is no time when I am alone. I think of it Devine, as the words go around my head, the things she said. I remember to look upon the words of love, beauty without secret. It is a feeling that is left with a thought. And that it takes me over, caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul.
She is the salt, the queen of the prime. She is the only one who’s got to choose, when it comes in tune with the time. Truths that I must be sure, that I known of this time before, with Windy, Pink, and The Sunrays Motel....Out of this ticket, on downtown Hotel St. Pink, Punk days untold. He says that she takes her city as it is to the melted ice over here in the sunlight. You’ve got to be free over me. Aloha! The trolley bell it rings at a Smiling Sun coming in tune under fire 🔥 🔥and the siren screams. Me, and Windy is smiling, and the Sun is too. Everybody! She sees the gun! Once before, and the coming of the Sun is in the city and that hotel is on fire! The police are hitting wrong notes, and her daddy said, "they took her just a little too far". Like this, the band is at Pinks Garage, from 10 to 6. When those Police knocked, her doors flew back. Riding high, and the place shocked!
In the midst of this street to be, inside by my car. And, so free by my engine. That’s just to say, that it’s a good intention. At this invention of looking that way, she is my connection. And for a minute at this direction up above, and I see a glare. I’m soon to be physically, intact at my seat. Can I crawl out from under my feet, and I’m free to test my invention. The daybreak is at this stop, and up on top she stares down. And the light shines in my direction to steer to her perfection. Go that way I am near my injection. Because under the assistance of the stick could be a way to see I can crawl out my window, going to repeat over, and over again. Start my engine, it’s at this street and warm sweet. She is, under my skin. As she has taken it in. Climb out to be free tingles inside of me. Sober, living it up, at the stop, and go though, as it’s in my interest to be seduced. She is introducing my engine. Stop and go in that direction to feel the beat behind the seat. Baby buggy bumper in a rare occasion outside to the stop sign and time to stop the motor, extra hard core. Move over, rover and let he wheels take over. Beyond in thaw meat. Slider pitching a strike, hot dog!
No sun coming through my window, and I’m sipping my tea. I can hear happiness on down the street, and the white truck is parked so neat. Still as it’s time to play the music in the Cafe. I see my rainbow bridge, calling me. And, it simply won’t let her be. A ticket to ride I can see, so I’m fine to see out the shady tree at a quarter to three (2:45) coming for me.
I will walk through this scene, had it been another day? I might go a different way. All through the jungle I hunger for a place to stay. Naturally I am faced with a dangerous circumstance, to betray the truth. Scattered visions, and be in regard to the natural Forrest of a paranoid distortion. Reality in truth, of correspondence, to my streetwise knowledge. Known of that is in Devine, open and honest. So, am here to bare to the public, as of standing trees. But, am a subject to this society without a place.