Looked out this window once before.

I am reminded to the core.

Makes me want to pass out on the floor

The way a steady rain turns to a pour.



The son goes down without a fight

And dreams dissolve in earth and sky

Reassemble in the night

It's all right, it's all right.



There is a single kind of plural.

There is a star behind the world.

There is a sea around a pearl.

There lies my wife inside a girl.



And she keeps fainting over here

And I come down with all her fears

And who she is is never clear

But I don't care. I like it here.

I like her here.