The path of a hummingbird flying
Weaving woe and wonder
Tracing capricious arabesques
Multiform but indivisible
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A sort of liquid rippling of sound
Making its way to my ears
Ruddy brilliance of ripe apples
Wafted upon the moist air of evening
An almost perfect hold on reality
Is that my split personality?
I don't remember at all
Oh I've got holes in both my shoes
I don't remember at all
I don't remember
I don't remember at all
I don't remember
Never had a dream, never held a thought
Home is yesterday
Ruminating sad passions
Unknown passions
Day and night the same
Any thoughts of any kind
Imminent but out of reach forever
Is that my split personality?
I don't remember at all
Oh I've got holes in both my shoes
I don't remember at all
I don't remember
I don't remember at all
I don't remember
Is that my split personality?
I don't remember at all
Oh I've got holes in both my shoes
I don't remember at all
I don't remember
I don't remember at all
I don't remember at all