holes

Time,all the long red lines,that take
Control,of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr
Dreams,that big blue open sea,that cant be
Crossed,that cant be climbed,just born
Between,oh thtwo white lines,distant gods anfaded
Signs,of all those blinking lites,you had tpick the one
tonite...
Holes,dug by little moles,angry jealous
Spies,got telephones for eyes,come tyou as
Friends,all those endless ends,that cant be
Tied,oh they make me laugh,analways make me
Cry,til they drop like flies,ansink like polished
Stones,of all thstones i throw,how does that olsong go
how does that olsong go...
Bands,those funny little plans,that never work quite right.