it was a bright day in my city today
everything was sinking, says it go with come on Sunday
the old school and you and the traffic route
upon the west where we are set watching coming lots in
town
shining up above me the jet fuel and fan(?),
down the road (to run?) with the money always comes first
and the sirens sing.

so, gave us the day they switched off the machines
�cause many yellow jackets turning backwards inside my
dreams
and all the day it’s all, and the whole world gone
for along the spelling changing ways we all communicate
so standing out shock waves somewhere they ride in space
it depends how we’re all when the heartsome fall
another west way

give me magic carry city above
do we want nighty (?) still standing when lights go
when flights coming down, and we all fall sound
just like a love song
For the way I feel about you
Paradise’s not lost, it’s in you
on a pollinosis (?) I apologize
but I am not a saint

Hallelujah, singing out loud, singing to you
Am I lost in a sea, for a mad world gone
And watch me all the west way.