Softly speaking Drift in and out of your parade At what ends? You binge and binge and bend the trees To your shade Your mother drinks Overfilled ovaries I see this rose in my dreams I hope you'll tell me what it means There's sewer sisters Staining the corner store It explained your desires for more What dreams are these? Whose things I receive In endless boxes overpaying for packaging Terrible singers doing their thing I guess Keep doing that thing to my chest Oh blow it all and go I just thought that you should know That those days are gone I feel I feel I feel I feel you in my molars Come on over And sing Like me The future is solar But I don't feel so sunny So sunny