I Felt Like Wilson Being Painted On a Ball

The pottery place quiz was over I had a sour beer And we spent half an hour here Unconsciously you told me About how your dinner was chocolate with a mouth-wipe You said it could be chips or with honey And yesterday i thought about Massive Attacks Massive back catalogue Of classic jams Totally wired to the psychedelic acoustic sound Of gratitude of archives and classic jams We don't fear what we don't know About blue wings Inside the car its legs were being forced into holes In the passenger seat I kept watching through the window I kept watching through the smoke I kept watching with your audacity To move across a 3-D plane It couldn't stop moving And transporting everything back Like a cover version of a song you didn't know And I said here Come over here I'm going to see the gorgeous Flowering arranging assistant Who left me down in the dumbs when I didn't know how to arrange my bouquets I felt like Wilson being painted on a ball I felt like Climbing over a fence I've not felt the same as you recently All my clothes feel old Left alone for longer than I had intended