All the fragile thoughts
That you see in me
I don't understand how you
Breath
All the fragile thoughts
That you believe in still
I don't understand how they
Caught
Caught in the wind that flies this early morning
Caught in the stars that shine afternoons
Caught in the smoke that rises from pipelines streaming
Caught in the mysterious moon
All the fragile thoughts
That you flee by me
I don't understand how they
Stay
All the fragile thoughts
That you breed in me
I wish they would all just go
Away
So I could watch my football matches like all the other guys
So I could rent two strippers for you as my surprise
So I could run outside each Halloween in my disguise
This is my life. This is my life.
All the fragile thoughts
That you seem to see
You may keep them as you please
But please keep them, far away from me . . .
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