Innocence, sunk the glow and drowned in covers.
Send for all your absent lovers things.
Sheepish wolves, looking lived-in, eating buttons.

Wink, just don't put your teeth on me.
Go on.
Accidents, let the evening in the back door.

Filled the room, ceiling to floor.
Beat backbones, grazed the poem and made it strange.
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.

Go on.
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.
Go on.

Jealous orchard, the sky is falling off the ceiling while I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar.
Bombed reverie, it's useless searing in the cupboards when everything you have is on your back.
Go on.

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.
Go on.

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.
Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera.

Go on, film the world before it happens.
Go on.
Film the world before it happens.

Film the world before it happens.
Film the world before it happens.