Two more times.
She could not control her guilty smile
I slept alone that night
It was on Christmas Day that nothing came
And nothing went away
The sunflowers that make you wait
While broken skins float down kitchen drains
Cicadas beat a rhythm, landscapes of music,
I pull the blinds
Sunflowers on the meadow, fixed in tireless fires
Sunlit water sparkles out your eyes
The Anesthetist drank all my wine
I took a bus back in time
And hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
The hot seats of a car
The singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
Sunset fell on painted lips
The moon shone out like a halo
My face against the warm grassy air
Your suntanned derrière
With despair I loved you with intentions
I think that at the time
None of us quite believed in the time machine
The fact is the time traveler was one of those men
Who were too clever to be believed
Hurricane scratches out a skyline, fear of wasted years
Leads me to dream a while
Sought the flesh of younger girls in his twilight years,
Maybe he'll get lucky tonight
Here I am, awoken by the tulips,
Your stubborn pouted lips wouldn't caress my name
I roll into my convalescent shade, I play a little game
I see you do the same
Your heart a battleship, you're weeping
Hotel stops the rain
A horse compares its tail
To its mane
The Anesthetist drank all my wine
I took a bus back in time
And hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
The hot seats of a car
The singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
Sunset fell on painted lips
The moon shone out like a halo
My face against the warm grassy air
Your suntanned derrière
With despair I loved you with intentions
One cannot choose but wonder will he ever return?
It may be that he swept back into the past
And fell among the blood-drinking hairy savages
Of the age of unpolished sound
The Anesthetist drank all my wine
I took a bus back in time
And hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
The hot seats of a car
The singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
Sunset fell on painted lips
The moon shone out like a halo
My face against the warm grassy air
Your suntanned derrière
With despair I loved you with intentions
The Anesthetist drank all my wine
Took a bus back in time
Hid under my table
Bony limbs of tired restless children
The hot seats of a car
The singing of summer traveling
She stroked my legs with bitten fingertips
Sunset fell on painted lips
The moon shone out like a halo
Face against the warm grassy air
Your suntanned derrière
With despair I loved you with intentions