Photographs
When the photographs you taken now,
Aretaken down again
Then the heavy clouds that hide the sun
Have gone
The millions of us on the hills from the start to lands then
When the photografs you taking now
Are taken now through sand
We are flying over black sand in a glass wide open
Crushing in slow motion and then the city game
When the feeling is supernatural
Like passing in new other worlds
The ending disolution when the mother shape and explose
And the photographs you take now
Are taken down again
When the photographs you taken now,
Are taken down again
Then the heavy clouds that hide the sun
Have gone
The millions of us on the hills from the start to lands then
When the photografs you taking now
Are taken now through sand
We are walking like some bands are over to the judge
Of John call Drake
Eight out on the bus from sunset, with freedon taking goal game
And the payment calls of nature
Rollies by divinity and the metra that feeds you is that one that you see
When the photographs you taken now,
Are taken down again
When the heavy clouds that hide the sun
Have gone
The millions of us on the hills from the start to lands then
When the photografs you taking now
Are taken now through sand