Thrill

I called our song into the radio

Made myself so small

I could fit inside the folds of a rose

I mark days on the stem post

Cook pollen in a skillet

Collect the rain that curls around the edge

Of my bloom in my room

I sleep with the light on and the tv

Keeping me somewhere quaint

A studio where the sets are all the same

And just switched out to fit the scene

And I can recognize I've been here before

With a half remembered script

An eternal screen test

An applause sign is lit for no one listening

I'm looking for a payphone putting quarters in

And the silvers dripping all down my wrists

We had an understanding

Two balloons at the end of a party escaping

Unfurling a spectacle

Into the unknown

Slow motion free show

Twisting with you in the air

Now I feel the need to hold still

You mailed me a box of a thousand ladybugs

All those mouths in one collective gasp

They mimicked a choir singing

I didn't know what to do with them

I put em in the garden

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know what's coming

What a thrill to know