Pareidolia

Pareidolia With your head upon my lap on the buffalo grass The clouds are moving fast Sippy, tell me what you see Maybe, it's a baby Maybe it's a cottonmouth swallowing its tail Or that one looks like Lady Guadalupe, an airplane in her hair It's paradise The sun is just a glow, though shade your eyes There goes a phoenix with the last light Baby, it's an omen Let's fly to Puertecitos, where the five turns to sand I've seen them burning statues of The Virgin by the roadside Remember the time You snuck in through the bathroom window And waited for me there? Hidden in the shower for an hour When I went to fill the tub I found you wrapped in linens like a ghost My heart froze, I fainted Fold me a rose With that holiday napkin on the floor As payment for your fortunes I predicted You said, "Bite me, hell no You're lucky I don't fold you, boy" Pareidolia With your head upon my lap on the buffalo grass The clouds are moving fast Sippy, tell me what you see