Minerva System
7.
Into the nervous, and how to make it swerving
If only I knew who I’m talking to, but the truth is
I’m talking to blacking I know itI love you on purpose
I’m winding and endingStrange psychic
LeapfrogThanks dearly to everybodyWhen I spilled
My guts, you were thereThe bird so gasping
And in you within you the forest on fire,
Raging a future of splitting between usAmerica
I miss it like a fabric made of eaglesAnd you
In the trunk of a Plymoth in a song A mistake
Indeed on a Sunday, and upstairs the beat is stronger
Than it’s been all dayPeople are dancing
Dig?You’re covered in shadows, but
I’m looking for lightness, the springiest springiest springs