The Bus Stop..miniature clockwork of intricate proportions. Destinations covered and expanded, broken down and analyzed.
As smooth as a participle glides.. My tongue doesn't work unless you thrill me.. I see you're leaning towards the moon.
Speech is a failure and I'll try.. To get colder and more deadly.. Your feet are clinging to Peru.
Tidings of step-sisters and bride.. Miniature clockwork and mimosas.. The rhythm method must be used.
The first name and reference is right.. To get further more extended.. In resignation to the mood.
Right you're fast.. Left you're slow.. Though you've left me no place to go.
Right you're fast.. Left you're slow.. So you've left me no place to go.
See you at The Bus Stop