Sun Points

Sun Points you sing and the sun points to your song your voice is as grand as the cereal of the day you speak and needles of pine grow within me the sticky gooey branches of me my love and uh, sticky gooey sticky gooey you sing and the sun points to your song all day long long languid verses lend solace to passing secadas and campers who skip stones across the pond in aloofness to the proofness the enunciations pronunciations of your love and uh, you sing and the sun points you sing and the sun points la la la la, la la la la you sing and your voice is the spade blade tapping deep down digging into my heart great gooey sticky eternal limbs waving in the wind rapping at the wind Oh! pain screamin' let me in! I can be a part of it! I can sing with you! I want to be a part of your song! I'll be a lyric a chorus a verse B flat! A sharp! I just want to get with you! sing with you! be in your song... la la la la, la la la la you sing and your song strikes me down into the grave illuminations over the ruminations of the rash irrational rationing of my heart this emotional display I send your way is too vast too fast and I'm left standing in the splintered branches of my great gooey sticky limbs of love and I can only stand outside and listen because your song is your song all day long all day long your song your song and maybe I can catch the sun as it reflects off you or whistle along... or...or...or... wait a minute I can harmonize! that's it I can harmonize! la la la la, la la la la you sing and the sun points

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