Pickwick

Letterbox

So you lean in real close
And you sing a strange note
I've been feeling for a while now
Like you mind is gonna go
I walk into your place
Full of pictures of faces
Your paintings on the wall watch
As you're walking out the door

Trumpets sound as your crowned
on the steps of your apartment
Walking once again down your
In and out ocean
And I just sit in the sound booth
Waiting for the summer to end

As you paint another eye
To watch the falling sky
I've been feeling for a while now
like you'll always be this high
You hear a wondrous sound
As it starts to fall down
The starry sky is falling to the sea
I tell a joke to it