Pristine, cut, and blind
The butt of the jeans sits on my face
I am a lonely stranger in an abyss beyond time
No natural, no synthetic, just crass obviation
Misgivings, again
And then travel with her to Havana
Missing the rainy season
We sweet couples fuel the tourist sector
We invest in stocks and bonds
And never hear back from our brokers
The woods are alone
The house is here tonight
And I am slaught with glee
Right through my artery
Misgivings, timing the misgivings
Nature, preserve me
Nature, my only loving foe
