drove through dull streets of little light..
dreamt up a dragon.. missed the last wagon..
for i 've slept through all that was right..
pushes and wishes.. little yellow kisses...
i 've waited on twenty odd misses..
tither.. hither... more i wither..
punch me in the dark... leave me in the park..
they will find me now.. out by the lark..
i record and play .. what cannot be true...
i record and play... every little hue..
voices have faded..