Suburban Fantasy Sprawl

I explore Kalgoorlie at night in a flight of fancy
To C to me
To the ground to you
We work like mules
To the nights brewed good like summer lights
Like bursting brights open
Making fights
Bloody piles of bones and sticks
Of lips and Schicks
We've got our chicks
And we ride off on Ben's motorcycle into the sun
More written out in fairy lights
In loops and slight in loops in sight
The slight of night where we come alive and
We crawl like ants across your bed
And we knock out punches like we're dead
And I'm singing out
I'm singing out
To anyone
To anything
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Breaking brute twigs and legs
But there is no pain
It's a gnarly gain
And the flow keeps going up and up
And it hits the sky and breaks like thugs
Flow keeps going up and up and it
Hits the sky and breaks like thugs!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Oh I want to be me and I'd love to be free
But I'm not free
I would love to be me
Oh me, I want to be
So free
Oh free me
I'll go lightly
I love you
I was just scared to say it
The moon is bright tonight like little fairies
Like little fairies
Like little fairies
Can you imagine if we all lit up like little lights?
Twinkling down the alley, scattering our names
Sprawled and spattered everywhere, what of our older brains?
Can you imagine, if we lived in spindly magic?
If we did kiss and smoothly miss the winter yelling go?
Outside on cold bricks of the land where it's made
Where it is done
Where all the fun is had and all the pain
And each emotion is a good one
And the hand around your throat will welcome you
You get to choose, do you?
Maybe don't
But choose your weapon and stand forth
We shall guide this life
Shall red mist this
And wool coat this
And take you from the most of it
Kiss me quietly
Kiss me quietly
We can only make small sounds
Can you feel it?
Did you feel it?
I can feel it the warmth coming off of you is love
Is love