Pull the final splinters. Of missing picture winters. You have to give yourself a break. What's the fascination. With lovers at the station. You have to tear yourself away. Chorus. The dream again nobody understands. Walking through the long grass on your hands. It's not a job to do today. Sleep it off. Words to make her stay: you said. Leave me and the plants die. A panic smile across your face. Corrugated browline. The hissing bitter punchline. Call when you can tie your lace. You rule my world my brother.