I came down the snail house stairway, in the middle of your dreams
and my feet was made of hunger on a floor of broken sea shells,
I came looking for your home with my flag, a box of wood, big hearted,
the road one took was nowhere to be found and nor did I saw the postman,
only pillars set on fire with each and every prayer at the border of desire..

You’ve left me in the middle, my throat is barking at the night
I’ve tried to pull on the lever to no effect for there’s no fulcrum in my head,
and the songs I listen to are saving me from hell and nailing up my coffin,
sixty days give or take worth a thousand years of dirty thoughts and fame,
I killed the sun and dig holes in the cement while you rest the same…

I took a plunge in an ocean, there are sharks all around for as far as I can see
their teeth are shiny and sharp daggers and you are dancing with me,
before the end of this summer I’ll find a trail in the sand and a way to your sea,
and early in March I’ll plant a flower tree like I saw in a dream,
are you with me or I can not give,
a taker to take the core and the coat, are you with me?