The Silence Makes You Remember

I long for a lunch in the garden of my youth
Play with checker board hands on hide-and-seek shoes
Squeak down floor board
Into back woods blues
And greens of
God's great ocean gone wrong
Use what you have and
More you fight it the harder the
In line boys the water's fine
Use your voice like the sound of
Speaking through a cigarette
With slurred intentions
Watch the sun slain by the moon each night
As plastic knives pierce rubber hearts
The sun manages to stagger and rise
From the dead
What kind of
Monster are you?
Crazy like a smoke ring day
Looking through me with locomotive eyes
The searcher is lost and lying to himself about it
This is a new song with old words
They come with the place
When we bought it

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