how soon is now

the clouds billow in your hair like the dreams you share so easily and that evaporate
a cloud a day a dream a day an apple a day

you craaazy fool i won't give in to you
you'd think the people have had enough, of silly love songs

you sing your medley and breathe deep with the hesitation. the trepidation...but revel in rhymes of revolving lies, lies to me to the world to your self, your sorry self slipping into the vertigo of your drowning well of cloudy dreams

you brood your way through the flimsy stream that spills its drops into a thousand rivers, but you want the sea
the sea of substance which you only see

don't you know you are the son
And the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
you are the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

you will never be the sea