Can’t see the stars above
Though they glitter in my eyes nevertheless.
The yellow in the room
The yellow also in my head.
Might just be a time machine
My fathers records
The dark eerie balcony
A stormy night
Which puts the power lines to sleep
A night of endless wonder.
Never knew a canvas
As large as the one that I’ve been painting
Yet nothing there for anyone to see
There’s an owl which sings to me
A language only we share.
The song is just the one
But the lyrics are never the same.
Of course there’s room for two
But I don’t know who else is buying
For now the show goes on
All my favorites
In the greatest show you’ve never seen.
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