Punch and Judy

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A wallpaper, pointless Punch talks with Judy in a crowded corner "You don't read page-to-page, or say the words in order" Judy's illustrating, and she's a stranger to the straight face Kelto seems so far away, another piece without the pace "I'm sorry, I tried to stay, hey, hey," said Punch, later to Kelto Kelto dressed like an opposite, but really is more of an echo Judy leans over like a strike of a clock, says "Don't try to avoid There is two inside of you, saying we're built when destroyed" Without the clouds, as thick as blood, nothing can peek And even the call of the west is riddled with with tears on his cheeks Instruments of conflict, wrong or right Around her neck, wears such an innocuous night So, Judy holds Punch's cufflinks inside her clenched fists She had a dream of solving what she was born to resist She says, "Will hold you me, like a pencil writing out a scene Or like an astronomer, with the hot June night in between?" Punch hears the bark of the dog and touches the bark of a tree "I wonder," Punch says, "Do you know what at all, what's protecting me?" So, Judy sees Punch with a tab in his hand and says, "Oh, come right in There's a hundred sad breezes blowing outside And wishes don't make a hurricane" Without the clouds, as thick as blood, nothing can peek And even the call of the west is riddled with with tears on his cheeks Instruments of conflict, wrong or right Around her neck, wears such an innocuous night With a blowtorch, we quickly melodize the kinetic ecstasy in the trivial knowledge Punch thinks he's on the brink when there's someone so free in the sky's mileage No one knows which is more weighty, the feeling of jumping or the gravity The coffee's bitter How many cubes do you use before the feet become the shoes? The feet become the shoes Judy pretends not to notice Punch's mile-per-hour changes Until he hits her over the head with his impatience I never said Judy was an attention fighter, she's got her own speed Everyone around seems to be such doors and drawers And whores of Wall Street Of Wall Street Judy remembers saying, "Please tell me all about love" Those words, stuck in her mouth like cotton candy And the owl's wish of blue above but she'll dance the sky and say "It's with you, my love" Without the clouds, as thick as blood, nothing can peek Then the call of the west is riddled with with tears on his cheeks Instruments of conflict, wrong or right Around her neck, wears such an innocuous night