Up Out From The Leaves

And just in time
We’ll come up out from the leaves
And in our time
We’ll all ride out on the seal
Chinese baby of mine
We spend last night on the ground
In white rimmed mountains
Rained on the hills
Like a verge in your mind
What can i make of your lack of decision
Just let it die like a bird in the room
In through the window
We all saw the billow
The package of angels
All couching and laughing
Mmmmm

I read Madeline
And dreamt I could sleep
In their feminine line
The only word I ever did find
Scuffled and scribbled by the hand of another
God spoke to me as a child
Showed me a song I would hear on my wedding
Roll back your eyes
And picture mine
Yes picture mine
Yes picture mine