Plastic Friends

Thinking how the genial wind Flows into the aftermath Another act that I could learn Falls onto the salming art I think that I could handle it Leaving out the promise I have Undercountered sediments Living off the rest of us INSTRUMENTAL I'm not soon to be I met Lennon in a dream I got flowers for the moment A peace offering He turned it down INSTRUMENTAL Seeing how the tattered soul Falls into the rotting half Dreaming more than living it Seems as though we've had enough? Promises that tear apart The 'living you' in front of it Everything you've dreamed about Falling short of all you haven't INSTRUMENTAL We are not told to be Only meant it in a dream We are flowers For the moment See nothing's Counter-folded, now