Minnesota

warm yellow rays from the night stand
laying on top the streams
threw yourself a morbid array (?) 1: 07
where we don't see eye to eye
home on the stairs, dream projector
holograms from eye to eye
pressing here face to a pillow
was too late
Minnesota, when I sober up
I've got a number and I'm calling it up
I was so caught up
mountain lions swimming in my blood
Still we meet at the station what a pleasure
asylums (?) all in a line
waiting on the meteorites like confetti
treasures always treat you right
Minnesota, when I sober up
I've got a number and I'm calling it up
I was so caught up
the mountain lions swimming in my blood
we were so caught up