I heard the radio sun Made the day like a beach Lost and in love I was sand in the surf I heard talk Talk like music I heard talk It was a day like a beach.
No cuts No revisions I was saying At the curb I was swaying I was wave-washed Wave-washed Knocked down.
Have you heard about this house? Inside a thousand voices talk That talk echoes around and around The windows reverberate The walls have ears A thousand saxophone voices talk.
You should hear how we syllogize You should hear About how Babel fell and still echoes away How we idolize theorize syllogize In the dark In the heart.
All I hear is Talk That talk echoes around and around Hear the sound of the jibberty jungle In the dark a thousand insect voices Chitter-chatter.
The sun goes up goes over goes down I seek sleep I sleep I forget.
I see her nearly everyday Just a girl but she's okay I figure if she's heaven sent new disclosures should be imminent Real strain could be evident Metaphysics would be provident I'd sure to be obedient I'd love to be penitent.
Here she comes There she goes Cloud One Four Nine.
I did not see the darkened sky I did not feel the pressure drop I walked down the primrose path I strolled along the garden walk The rain fell and washed away I built on sand I was swept away.
I went out and stirred the air My soup was steeped in strange ideas I breathed in I breathed out The rain fell and washed away I built on sand It got swept away.
I went out and looked around I went out I came back I walked down the primrose path I strolled along the garden walk The rain fell and washed away My bed of sand got swept away.