purple strings

wait you've lost your head in traffic jams and flashing pans and barking dogs through the night still get my sleep do you get yours? i'm getting to know myself in spite of the bend i'm getting ahead of myself time and again shadows escape through the narrows by the skin of your teeth and the tongue in your cheek west side of manhattan a picture show on self hypnosis a closed window a half burned note for cursed black magic and time travel i'm getting to know myself in spite of the bend i'm getting ahead of myself time and again shadows escape through the narrows by the skin of your teeth And the tongue in your cheek our bows shoot narrow arrows time and again costs an arm and leg