I'll admit for normalcy.

   I'll float like a
   whisper
             at one: forty eight dime paved roads;

      a line of
                quarters in the sand of a sea of pennies
                reflect harsh light
                up to the upturned faces
                of uninterrupted youth
                                        "yeah, I dream of horses,
                                            and glass eyed dolls,
                                            expansive buildings,
                                            and sunburns"

      1 :   4    8                                         oh no
  painted flowers speak
  spoken Word winding wild
  in the wind                                                      oh no
                    1 :   4      8    
                "no I won't be a part no more"
                Says Smooth Gear, (clocks without
                c    i    r    c    u    m    s   t   a   n   c   e
                r    n   e     i    n     o    t   o,  n   e   l   x
                u        g     r    d     v    u       d   v   e   t                    don't
                m       u     c    u     e    c            e   a   r
                b         l      u    l     m    k            r    n  a
                l         a      i    a    e                        l   p
                e       r      t     t    n                       y   o              
                                o     i     t                            l
                                u     n   s,                           a
                                s     g                                 t
                                                                          e                        !yes!
                                                                          d)
   

      to  skin; the tooth       collector makes
                              lampshades
      but      ((1:48))                   never        turns them           ON
                                               oh no

oh no              oh no                      oh no         
        oh                 no          oh              no        oh

no           oh                  no                       oh        no


skeleton keys
                in the form of a       man

break in the           door,
                               WE CAN SEE YOU NOW!




1 : 4 8

                            glass children       1:48
                            sunburn in the
                            shade, I h a d               1:48
       1:48                 t e n  dollars
            1:48            ten  d o l l s
  and I was                                  the richest   man

  because I                                  revel in the imaginary
  no no no no            oh,no, the door is open oh no
                            

           what were you born into,
           a happy family full of facade
           one forty eight eyes telling
           blinds? ! ! ! !  ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
                                                           no,
                I
                      don't
see
         with                                  blind
                                eyes
and               no
          I                                                   don't
carry                    crosses like
          rifles,
              broken eyes                     nothing is
                                        certain
  with                            of a
                 ghost              blind                         
love                         

    i
i   I
        I
  I am
I    i i i i
                                 play the drum
I  am I am I am                  militia
                                                A
  made of cobalt                            m    n

I i i i i                                   i h d  te
                                       h  t     a
I  am I am Happy                                                       !yes!
                                            l     u   g  h

                   glass children                           
                   with their sunburns
                   and pernicious       eyes
                   break, and they rise
                   with the tide,
                   
                   in the sea of pennies