Sharing smoke In the stair up off the hot car lot Sun shine hard on the video spot, hm, mm, mm Sure as any living dream It's not all then what it seems And the whole thing's hauled away A womb, an empty robe, enough You're rolling up, you're holding it, you're fabric now Para-mind, para-mind Hallucinating Claire Nor the snow shoe light or the autumns Threw the meaning out the door (Now could you be a friend) There ain't no meaning anymore (Come and kiss me here again) A womb, an empty robe, enough You're rolling up, you're holding it, you're bent prize Canonize, canonize Motor up and yeah, you're own, ooh And yeah, your own, your own Fold the map and mend the gap And I tow the word companion And I make my self escape Oh, the multitude of other It comes always off the page I hold the note, you wrote and know You've buried all your alimony butterflies Sub find, some night