[thurston]
Like girl come walkin thru the cornfield
Like blue vibration thru the sea
I know Id love her to breathe, again
Like cubes are talkin her down
Ive been a wasted day
Like spinning round a saint
Like colored wild sign
Theresa talkin in the rain
Like girl be growin thru town
Windows are thoughts in the stain
I know Id love her to stay
Whispering signs are agreeing
Like talkin golden terrain
Like thrivin dark in the saint
A cat in gold goes along
Theresas sound for the king