Aperpareplane (Early Recording)

On an aperpareplane Souls, Annie said With jaws and arms the right length To sing your soul to bed 'Cause you fly an aperpareplane Fashion from your niece Crimson dress and nice clothes Singing me to sleep Fly an aperpareplane Annie says my name Jaws and hands the right length No architects could blame A life of paper airplanes Flown from parkinglots Smiling at the streetlights, oh dear... And years being to roll your way Reading a book of the way you look Singing a song of where you belong