Denmark / Van Gogh & Gone - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets

I watched the trees kiss while sharing ideas with

A cloud who was pouring along sharing tendencies

Amidst a Monet’s world I built from the tip of my tongue

That emphasised everything

The tendrils of time melt with my head in Denmark

And I’m thankful everyday

I left my home, my head

My world could never descend

Not at all

I want you to see in my window

And lose all your bones

And all your skin

Feel like you can float

I want you to see in my window

And lose all your bones

And all your skin

Feel like you can float