Testify to my magic eye
I got the apple pie and the war bride
I got the taste test
and the steel vest
I got the insect and the butterfly
Genuflect to my intellect
I got the right suspect
I am lost in pain
up to my neck
the sea shatters me
underneath my glass feet
sandy toes
drowning
Capture my rapture
I am done speeding by
I am slow train coming
I am what you can't deny
I am found in the hallway
the mission bells
and monks walking
I am dust on a mirror
car salesman
fast talking
I am ripe like a cherry
from the long lost tree
I am lost in the seance
I am calling me.