Labradors

Head out Pinned my despair to a ledger line A printout The blood moon had made it molasses, I Measured my sleep My forward was shorter than yours I could see I had a nice dream It was awkward for you Even harder for me Not to be You swam out The broccoli mountains had boiled now I'd drown I sat on the side and consoled myself I let the light leave I knew there were Labradors waiting for me Where had I been? I'm calling my head to come back to my feet I'm calling my head to come back to my feet I'm calling my head to come back to my feet