Zipline


zipline. jungle. mexico.

I want to take a zipline
Through my mind
(But) no one speaks our language
Down here
Where’s that number?
I need to call The Doctor

We wanna get draddled
And set fire to the beach
But the dolls are at the border
And the pilot’s getting screened
I need to call The Doctor
Where’s that number?

There are shooting stars
In Orion’s Belt
Swinging high from a chandelier
It would be such a waste
To be out in space
Without a doctor
What’s that number?
We need a zipline

Baby you are so fine
Caressing my mind
You see forever
You see through me

But there’s no contradiction
Between what I’m feeling
And what I’m seeing
In your eyes

There are shooting stars
In Orion’s Belt
Swinging high from a chandelier
It would be such a waste
To be out in space
Without a doctor
Without your number
w/out a zipline

w/out your number
w/out a zipline

01.28.2009 8:21a; 11:04p; 11:30p

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