If you’re having no ambition
to have no ambition
If the purple swallows cross the sky
and dive straight through your wall
by the river get your blanket,
anything at all
I talk to you
that’s what she said
If the waves in your blanket
crying too fanatic
at the waves outside
frantic with your thread
You can fly it in your vomit
in the carpet on the stairs
that's what just appeared
that’s what she said
that’s what she said
I've got a date with my own
pathetic friend.
He swallow in the bottles
and now he’s dead