Search the skies
People of the morning
Thus consumed by their work-a-day
Do run about here and there
They stagger in the evening liquids "“ They do not see her
Teach them Sister
Like you taught me aboard the mothership
How to pronounce the dark secret
Slicing my tongue "“ Under my skin
Wild blue bombs away "“ Burn my books with love
Wild blue bombs away
Over mother earth
Tear the last words from the page
Burn my books with love
On and on this continued
Crushing spring and bruising summer
She grew dirty red blossoms for him and made a cracked glass bouquet
He did not see them
So she took matters into her own hands
And brought him aboard the mothership
Threw her lacy tendrils over him
Until he let it all go
Wild blue bombs away "“ Burn my books with love
Wild blue bombs away
Over mother earth
Tear the last words from the page
Burn my books with love
Search the skies