Naked Cities

I've gone blind but it's all right 'Cause my specs give me perfect sight And in a second I can see it all Everything becomes delightful I'm not afraid of the dark or noise I'm not daunted by the bark of boys I'm with the birds flying in blue skies Feathery free and I'm feeling fine This city is a golden gate The kind of gold that I love to hate How good it gets in the hype and stress Even though it's all a well-lit mess Bury, bury, bury, better plant it in the ground True or false with the lost and found Hurry, bury me up to my knees I'll swing my branches better in the breeze Mental mammoth, I know I have a very bad habit Of filling up my cup halfway elephantasizing my eyes Vision still untrained in seeing what I have gained A simple remedy of walking into trees Mistaking birds as bees Mistaking things I see Bury, bury, better plant it in the ground True or false with the lost and found Bury, bury, better plant it in the ground True or false with the lost and found Hurry bury me over my head Level with the living, level with the dead Bury, bury better plant your feet down The true and false of your lost and found