Wouldn't strings of different lengths just end up in your tangles?
Easily frazzled by the limitless possibles.
That girl is a blazing light!
The streets are bleeding heart rage.
Blessings from a dying age.
That girl puts her mind to larger things.
The stomp, the clap, the hoot with feeling!
I know you're waiting for someone to tell you,
Your father or your family or maybe you don't know who,
That you are a blazing light!
Worth every moment of time that you find.
(All the time that you find.)
I had a fever's fever, saw machines below the streets.
Saw the gear below our skin; the sparks within the seeds.
I had a fever's fever, saw the march of modern souls.
Must be thievery; ambiguoso.
All the time that you find!