Each night I rewrite your blueprints
Time has webbed a silky haze over my eyes
And so the truth is
Elasticated for extra comfort
Still I ache for juvenilia
Juvenilia, she haunts me
A naive poem,
A dusty bear
Another trinket to adorn me
With an army of talismen I run
Stories of number 149
That are read to me at bedtime by my mind
Plays of phantasmagoria
On the oscillating walls and doors that
When you're only four foot four
Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors
Pedalling to fly,
A strange momentum I've forgotten
And so now I,
A flightless bird anchored to land
Have got to get on with a show I never auditioned for
When can I go home?
Stories of number 149
That are read to me at bedtime by my mind
Plays of phantasmagoria
On the oscillating walls and doors that
When you're only four foot four
Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors
Stories of number 149
That are read to me at bedtime by my mind
Plays of phantasmagoria
On the oscillating walls and doors that
When you're only four foot four
Are banquet halls and dungeon corridors
Children playing on street at the 149
Songs are playing in the kitchen at the 149
Oh, the 149
Children playing on street at the 149
Songs are cooking in the kitchen at the 149
Oh, the 149
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Oh, at the 149 (587451)
Oh, I'm so lucky that in my dreams I see you (587451)
When I'm lucky to be (587451)
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In my dreams I see you when I'm lucky to be (587451)
I'm lucky lucky to be back home (587451)
At the 149 (587451)
At the 149