Lyrics
Ohhh….Ohhh….Verlaine
Television
Rimbaud
The future
Grass sinks
The band
Is television
Ohhh….Ohhh….Verlaine
Spend
Too long
On something
That will
Become
Overdone pasta
All over my feet
There are lines of vision
Grass grows to a beat
towards a mission
The future was here
It became television
Signals were made
to connect outside visions
Now….now….now
The future…future…future
Verlaine…Verlaine….Verlaine
