What thoughts?
Who knows?
What thoughts I have
I bury those who know in grass and glass
& I lie among the twisted sheets
Sad and told and hot and laugh
Cos I need for something fucking new now
I need for something sure
Something sacred, something simple
Something I’ll never regret showing up for

I see myself, a far off man
In far off scenes, in far off lands
Where nothing will I recognize
And nothing need I seek or plan
In a brand new Latin quarter hat
With brand new women buying fans
Brand new motorbikes and hallways
Relief can flow from unfamiliarity -
But not always
So until the dawn of day
I lie awake - trembling, head to foot
I'd love to disappear without another word

But ..