Perfect Light

All my friends are Building monuments I am learning to Spell the alphabet Perfect light is a terrible thing to waste But I’ve got concrete to my waist On the way home Neon overhead Legs stretched out With an open book Ring the bell by pulling on the string When your back is to me It's easy to spell When your back is to me It's easy to spell Crush quick love slow Streets slick blood flow Death by samurai Notes sent not signed Past left sail right Slow fade sleep tight Spit shine try again Chest split skin smooth Wipe the wet from my eyes Lotion on my elbows Say nothing Change everything Say nothing Change everything Say nothing Change everything