Bursting at the seems
What seams to be us?
Getting the right words mixed up
Everything else is clear enough
In the right place?
They need too be
but its to tough for me
Leaf it up too you
two sort it out
I trust your judgement
believe in the movement
Tick tock is the reliable clock
Eye surrender too
the spaces in between
Divinity is next two cleanliness
So let’s make them squeaky
and get lost in the dream