A man once told me that the God's had a garden And that mountains were molehills in their lawn You can't predict the diction of the absurd You know they're never forget that time you swore that in another life That you could remember Vasco de Gama shoving off to set his feet upon a landmass of spices Where we'll commit vices when we land, on indian ground What's this harmony? Just muted reverie? That smell on the breeze Pink Blackpool Rock is stuck in my teeth You learn ventriloquy, i play dominos Like a domino, climbing up the wall, like a domino i can break your fall? Like a domino, painting as you go