Woke me up at night
Pink and yellow sky
In the soft moon light
Hey there little guy
Swimming under Mars
In our underwear
Rolling in your car
And you let me steer
I wrote a lot
While waiting in that parking lot
It was so hot
I always get too lost in thought
Like eighteen hour ride
To a cityscape
Pass the countryside
Towards the plans we made
The chaiwala's son
Scrolling through his screen
Having secret fun
Areola Dreams
I spent a lot
Of time inside that old tea shop
It was so hot
Those spices always hit the spot
I have felt like a child
I have felt like a fraud
In the midnight lake water I wept
And really felt within us all was God
Or something magical
Always Powerful
And Flawed
Bug spray season's here
Mystic memories
Smell it in the air
Raining history
On the roof we lie
Used to think we're old
But the plants all died
And the tea grew mold
I thought a lot
While sitting in the old bus stop
Cus when it's hot
My mind it falls it trips it drops
I have felt like a child
I have felt like a fraud
Laying flat on our bellies up high
I still believed within us all was God
Something magical
Always powerful
And flawed