Tenenbaum

You're a bitter kind I love you so Sour is my mind From what you sow How I let it grow Call them radiant Call them mother's eyes Home's a narrow space for me to find Your beguiling state in endless heights Just not moving right Just not moving right when it's just not you Under neon lights Where I wake I'm not feeling right So they say Rough kind of a day Done my clothing, robes of ancient white Rattled windows on the old green line Do you feel it like I hope you might? Just not seeing right Just not seeing right When it's just not you