March asked April, " May i have this dance?" While June and July held each other's hand.

White line, speeding heart.
Drunken dreams falling apart.
Better not to start.

Faceless manequin in my dreams, I dare thee to speak. Will you exchange words, with the me that is me? For you have seen what others see, that which I have never seen.

Mr. Mojo Risin what did you leave for me?
This automatic writing it's not poetry.

Mr. Mojo Risin history I can't repeat.
But still i believe in love street.

Oh lord, clergy men read and speak, but do they dream? When the choir sings and they give their speech, do they dream? And lord, when their wives lay by their side, do they feel alive?