L'effondrement

I can prick up my ears

And hear so clearly,

The collapse of things

And the drop in the sink.

I can open my eyes

And see so clearlly,

The flowers on the curtains and

The old days to come,

Anyway it's bubbles in brain,

it's mossy under the rain,

anyway it's bubbles in brain,

it's mossy under the rain,

I'm wandering in some endless fields of goo.

I'm wandering in some endless fields of goo.

fields of goo...