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.