Trip up, no drink

No private temporary hide

Touch down, in 4 and 20 time

And Im aching for a ticket for another ride





When do you turn it off?

When do you let it be?

When do you bend back the bookmark corner

and Continue to read?





One marmalade brief conversation

And some fumbling tease

One boddington pint

Swaps the edge for a comfortable breeze





Walking Sundays route

Camden cobble at my feet

Funny how just the right traveling companion can

Saturate the scenery





Well the ground is whispering away

And rules bend that I should obey

Reality skewed for the day

So, fly me an aeroplane





The perfect pure white blond companion

Oversees the shouldered green

Her delicate finger consolations let me know

That they were surely meant to be seen





Wake up from your nap

and turn your

pretty eye to me



Well the ground is whispering away

And rules bend that I should obey

Reality skewed for the day

So, fly me an aeroplane



The perfect pure white blond companion

Oversees the shouldered green

Her delicate finger consolations let me know

That they were surely meant to be seen





Wake up from your nap

and turn your pretty eye to me

stare me a message

and well free fall together





through these rogue daydreams