Floating on a melody by King Krule
At the periphery of another dimension
Staring level into the forest’s eye
Balloons a thought to deflate the spirit
When suddenly rip apart the cracks of this cinder,
And petals of your deeds bloom
I whiff on the inspiration, it smells like a direction
Floating, floating, I follow.
Flirting with the darkness from a safe distance,
Under surveillance of the moon,
My gaze confides in the homes inside the houses;
It's almost as if I can touch the love from this distant window seat
An inconsiderate Coca Cola truck stabs right into this sentimental space
Such is life’s duality.