Natural death

Natural death

Brought about

By the tiredness

And exhaustion of matter

Exhaustion of matter

On TV

And on the radio

And pasted on the underside

Of my mind

Watch it vanish

On my mind

On my mind

Got back late

Take back everything

Too late

'Cause without it, I'm boiling

Without it, I'm boiling

Meeting the author

When I'm nightwalking

Her arms stretched out to receive me

As I arrive in my car

As I arrive in my car

Actual death, you said

Runs like a narrow stream

That's not leaking, but flooding

It's not leaking, it's flooding

This wind has got back up

And I'm driving my car

Around to your house

Do I really mean it?

Did I ever really mean any of it?

The word for world is forest

The word for world is forest