FROZEN INTO COATS WHITE GIRLS OF THE NORTH FILED PAST ONE FIVE AND ONE THEY ARE THE FABLED LAMBS A SUNDAY HAM THE ANCIENT SNOW AND THEY COULD FLOAT ABOVE THE GRASS IN CIRCLES IF THEY TRIED A LATENT POWER IM KNOWN TO HIDE TO KEEP SOME HOPE ALIVE THAT A GIRL LIKE I COULD EVER TRY COULD EVER TRY SO WE JUST SKIRT THE HALLWAY SIGNS A PHANTOM AND A FLY FOLLOW THE LINES AND WONDER WHY THERES NO CONNECTION AND WEAKENED FALLING EYES IN CHEAP SHOTS FROM THE TRIBE AND WERE OFTEN IN MARCUS ANOTHER AFTERNOON WITH THE GOLD HEAD TUNES AND PILFERED BOOZE WE WANDERED THROUGH THE MAMAS HOUSE AND THE MILK FROM THE WINDOW LIGHTS FAMILY PORTRAIT CIRCA NINETYFIVE THIS IS THAT FOREIGN LAND WITH THE SPRAYED ON TANS AND IT ALL FEELS FINE BEATS CIRCUS SLIME SO WHEN THEY TAP OUR MUNDANE HEADS TO ZOMBIEWALK IN OUR STEAD THIS TOWN SEEMS HARDLY WORTH OUR TIME AND WELL NO LONGER MEMORIZE OR RHYME TOO FAR ALONG IN OUR CLIMB STEPPING OVER WHAT NOW TOWERS TO THE SKY WITH NO CONNECTION OOOH WAOOOOOOO WAOOOOOOO OOOH WAOOOOOOO WAOOOOOOO OOOH WAO