Looking on a thousand garments worn by priests on summer days

Shallow pools of milky summer ripple past in different ways

Facts or trickles, untrue words spill gleaming dust on dimpled lands

Tables full of glossy fruits with fingerprints from dirty hands





How can minutes whisper

When clocks are always loud

The afternoon gets crisper

A Ginger Witch, a Velvet Fuselage

How can I be growing

When the sea has not returned

If the sky's not snowing

A Ginger Witch, a Velvet Fuselage





Cooler than the secret planet fences separate the hills

On she goes and bends the trenches, kills the colonel with her spells

Glassy nights have turned to thrillers, frightening the broken black

Streamlined like the best of killers, elbow twisted in a sack





Must I sell our water

When creamy faith's inspired

The coffee clowns are worried sick

A Ginger Witch, a Velvet Fuselage

Plan the reconstruction

Evacuate your face

Estimate the damage caused

A Ginger Witch, a Velvet Fuselage





She tries, she tries, she tries, she tries





Looking on a thousand garments worn by priests on summer days

Shallow pools of milky summer ripple past in different ways

Cooler than the secret planet fences separate the hills

On she goes and bends the trenches, bends the colonel with her spells