Stars are memory
I hate that song the one that goes
turn around turn around
turn around & she’s a young girl
going out on her own
turn around turn around
turn around & she’s a young girl
going out on her own
my father always said
i’ll see you in the stars
memory is not linear
& what is time but memory
i’ll see you in the stars
memory is not linear
& what is time but memory
at the door to the hospital
i stood, I said
i’ll see you in the stars
& I left & he died
i stood, I said
i’ll see you in the stars
& I left & he died
young woman in a yellow shirt
& black black hair walks past
goes into HEB
does it matter what she buys
& black black hair walks past
goes into HEB
does it matter what she buys
heaven is simply seeing whatever
we can make shine
right here nobody knows
we all know i hate that song
we can make shine
right here nobody knows
we all know i hate that song
the sun going down
behind gray clouds
the moon nearly full
behind my back
behind gray clouds
the moon nearly full
behind my back
It all happened in a way
Belonging to experience
memory is not linear
& what is time but memory
Belonging to experience
memory is not linear
& what is time but memory
some woman in Singapore
feeds imaginary animals
imaginary food
imagining it will bring her real love
feeds imaginary animals
imaginary food
imagining it will bring her real love