We are feathers in the wind,
we are feathers who have sinned...

Who I am and who I want to be are equally strange...
when they speak...

A strange little room in the middle of a house
Little machines move within without a sound...

My mama said don't let your sickness define you
but sometimes my sickness was all I had...

We don't see the sky, not here, not ever.
Even though the world stills...

She was a Mimosa.
She was spirited, ardent...

Little baby barfly
got high off the moonshine...

We'll rent a yellow house with an uncanny...
Paint the kitchen and fill it with failed attempts...

How you touch a lady
It's all fine with me, honey...

I'll touch the earth with my feet
But I want to taste it one more time...

I dance around you, warm and breathing
For my decisions of the flesh...

We can check the calendar
Or count the dogs...