The breath of the morning I keep forgetting The smell of the warm summer air I live in a town Where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet For cracks in the pavement Up above Aliens hover Making home movies For the folks back home Of all these weird creatures Who lock up their spirits Drill holes in themselves And live for their secrets They're all uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight I wish they'd swoop down in a country lane Late at night while I'm driving Take me on board of their beautiful ship Show me the world as I'd love to see it I'd tell all my friends But they'd never believe me They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely I'd show them the stars And the meaning of life They'd shut me away But I'd be all right All right I'm just uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight Uptight :: Procedural Symbols #301/1000 by art-o-matic

The breath of the morning I keep forgetting The smell of the warm summ…

art-o-matic, 2021 — on hic et nunc

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