Paperbacks Songtext

the fall, o o
sleeping with the dictionary
then the snow, o
falls like pages

if i could if i would if you asked me any questions
blooming from my head the sun with its dry definition
even so, o o
the world i know is full of holes

we woke, o o
in an ocean on the tv
walked slow, o
across the papery sand
melting through, wet feet glued
faces locked in two dimensions
bound up by 4 sides of our conceits & self-inventions
even so

the world i know is full of holes
the world i know is full of cracks
& that's where my beloveds go
dangling their paperbacks
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