Speaker 1: I was off in a forest somewhere I don't know where but somewhere and I was sitting on top of this huge tree and I don't know how I got there. Like that tree way over there that's just this little tiny twaint and I was just sitting on it and I was afraid to move and I moved and the tree just bent with me and that was weird. Speaker 2: That's cool. Your love is like a building. Pushing up towards the sky. I just want to climb your tower. To your dress like apple pie. Oh I love you on a Tuesday. Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon. Let's dribble hand on my perfume. I am changing colors daily. Jumping to my postbox. While everything's exploding baby. In your dress I'll sleep a while. Oh it's flying toward some Tuesday. Oh it's flying toward some Tuesday moon. Into the air like a balloon. She's taking scissors to her wing. It's shrinking diesel through my room. With no arms and legs can you dig?. Can you dig it?. Your love is like a drunken stupor. Falling into push paper holes. Into my insides I scoop her. Burning up her real time flows. Oh I love you on a Tuesday. Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon. Let's dribble hand on my perfume. Let's dribble hand on my perfume. Let's dribble hand on my perfume