Jim Yoshii Pile-up Mind Of God
i'm calling on the off-chance you were waiting by the
phone. i am needing to believe in something new. you took
your shirt off to try mine on for size. i wish you luck.
i took your face in my hands one more time. could you
help me, please, to wipe my memory clean? could you make
me see there's nothing more in you and me? oh, could you
help me, please, to scrape my memory clean? could you
make me see there's nothing more than waves of thoughts
in the mind of god?
_ leave my _. your bare back, my broken hips. you take my
arm, guide me into the fog. you push me through the mind
of god. oooh.
you teach me how to kiss your eye to mine. black vibe.
your lower lip jumps __. i see you through the waves. you
teach me how to see __ a black eye for _. your lower lip
jumps __. i see you through the mind of god. i see you
through the mind of god.
