time is the solvent in which
truth is extracted
truth is extracted
the mountains are blue today
last night I wanted to climb out of me
I took an extra pill and listened to
a bird documentary from under the covers
images from mountain tops
over the city of Los Angeles
to invoke radio broadcasting
it's not fair to me, that open window
feeling I desire so desperately
when I hear a harp or a chime
hot with a breeze
just the wind and I
stone me with precious stones
sometimes I want that too
what made you glitter?
nothing, there's nothing to be taken from me
