Garden Eye Mantra

Birds starved on the flue Spinneys, dark blue I know them Birds starved on the flue Spinneys, dark blue I know them Then Kathleen, I'll talk to you It's like reading an empty room When you feel okay at the end of the day And your eyesight dances like the junes in the hay With the head lamp clear and the springtime full I could walk all the way to the moon Why not talk to me? Why weren't you frightened of the dark? Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Windows unwound, the cigarettes glowing The blue air and silhouettes so far and close Nobody knows where the garden eye goes Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Blue air and rhapsody so far above Nobody knows who the garden eye loves Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Cigarettes glow where the quarry banks open The blue air in fever, beyond and above But nobody knows why the garden eye comes Windows unwound with the cigarettes glowing Out in the dark, the hatchbacks are rolling Blue air and rhapsody so far above Nobody knows who the garden eye loves The blue air in fever so distant and close Nobody knows where the garden eye goes