i've been drinking with nothing in my stomach, but butterflies and i'm feeling so homesick. humming birds singing to the strumming of a drumstick, we'll keep this one simple, lips kissing together like the brass cymbals. one peace symbol for a hundred wars, living on a sunlit shore, feeling unfit for your spirit. i could tell you why but you don't need to hear it, as you know, as far as they can see, this heart i hold has no vacancy. i'm locked in my blue room, there's a rainbow circle around the full moon. sex, drugs, rock and roll. the lifestyles of the rich and famous. some girls play but they don't know what the game is, just do it all so i won't die nameless.nni wish i could fill this shopping cart, with a little love for my throbbing heart (2x)nntry to concentrate, where do you go when your mind is light years and miles away? when not even a smile, a wave or the physics could ever forbid, in your orbit, the window reflects sunshine on an orchid, glaring in your eyes as they close like curtains in your room, the dirty little garden tries so hard in bloom. am i wasting my breath and carbondioxide on trying to turn my cross eyes inside out cause i've been looking at life backwards? sitting dockside cause my back hurts, taking away all the pain with laughter, sifting in the taken place, or drifting out to open sacred waves. the copenhagen tastes in my mouth, the tongue i bite so it won't come out.