Move Into Kiss Those Sweet Sugar Lips,

The Idea That We're Somehow Centrally Important To The Planet's Existence Is Pretty Comical - Although I'd Like Us To Be.

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.

People In Every Direction No Words Exchanged No Time To Exchange And All The Little Ants Are Marching Red And Black Antennas Waving They All Do It The Same We All Do It The Same Way

Is This Not Enough? This Blessed Sip Of Life Is It Not Enough? Staring Down At The Ground Then Complain And Pray For More From Above Greedy Little Pig

Just Knowing That The World Is Round Here I'm Dancing On The Ground Am I Right Side Up Or Upside Down? Is This Real Or Am I Dreaming?