i've thrown her out
that crummy little doll
she bores me now
that crummy little doll

your big bold strokes
collide across the stars
like green and gold
and red and yellow fires

Gold Green Red Yellow

all
ready
for
many

i've seized the day
and stuffed it in a box
i kneel and pray
and every day it knocks

i'd sell my soul
to see you when you come
i'm free i'm told
but i know because i'm dumb

all
ready
for
many

sometimes
i dream there's something outside
i dream there's something outside