Lyrics

Kiersty's mind's blown in her room She knows it's June but knows not why Kiersty's mind blows slow flute swoons She knows the tunes but knows not where from In a time zone with no noon She hops a spoon and sleds to water In the snow cone cold, wet womb She shakes her broom-blond hair like God then She can't decide So her body says it'll make her make Make her make her mind Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up She can't decide So her body says it'll make her make Make her make her mind Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up Kiersty's spine grows to the moon Her threaded loom of skin, the sky's shell Kiersty's smile snows teeth like tombs She rents three rooms in heaven hotel But she can't decide So her body says it'll make her make Make her make her mind [?] Kiersty's mind's blown in her room She knows it's June so what's to say? Kiersty flies home, sleeps till noon It's summer soon so what's the day? Well she can't decide So her body says it'll make her make Make her make her mind She can't decide So her body says it'll make her make Make her make her mind She can't decide So her body says it'll... Like a vegetable