Falling Stars
My skull and the falling stars sing back and forth the songs of magnets in heat The braids on my head miserably call for attention "The Queen's pride are the red lips hot under the sun" I here the neighbors mumbling near the well The sun is furious with the wordings on their unclogged lips And the moon smiles at the sun's jest. My skull and the falling stars sing back and forth the songs of magnets in heat The braids on my head miserably call for attention "The Queen's pride are the red lips hot under the sun" I here the neighbors mumbling near the well The sun is furious with the wordings on their unclogged lips And the moon smiles at the sun's jest.