I run the projector at the planetarium,
the lens a gun, a grin.
Smile like a box of pearls
from the kid with the boiling teeth.
The world warm like a wedding...
Rowboat, one for port and one for starboard,
One for little leaks that watered my eyes way... (too soon).
And you cross the line, renting out paradise.
There we were in rows and rows and rows
of houses blue, All the houses red without you.
Like that box of pearls
from the kid with the boiling teeth the...
Breathe into the bag, pop it at its peak,
Frightening the life
and breath out of everyone you meet.
The whole world hyperventilates.