Farsickness

Lyrics

I've got a farsickness Bringing out the purple in the trees In what I'd always thought up As being brown, being brown, being brown I am still in the cupola Wondering about your cryptic dream A single piece of sushi made From porcelain, from porcelain, from porcelain Little do I remember Of what I saw the night we first Slept inside of warm skin Remember, remember, remember I've got a farsickness For the open edge of anywhere To vanish up an endless stair On apple pies, and Julian I don't care