stuck inside my harvard box behind the door the bauhaus locked I'm wrestling with a new ideal I'm working out the way I feel I just came back from Cultureburg where I tried to learn the painted word people there were so convinced it's kept me thinking ever since
I want to believe like you
"come with me", the teacher said "no side-to-side, look straight ahead 'cause if you want true confidence you'd best forget your common sense. go find yourself a point of view and if you need some help to choose just dance the dance named after me if you believe then you will see"
when we could make head nor tail of the story and we're not afraid anymore
blind faith makes such strange demands sometimes a think I'll never understand answers on a postcard, please I'd like to know what you believe