i wana sing from my heart; its what i have always wanted to give to you night wanderer
to tell u my prince is in a vacuum and i am awake with my gown spining around
the room like magical round porcelain and white china plates
i am a ringing telephone calling to tell you your mind is being blasted open
into a million firing shining stars and my voice comes bursting like bubbles
of volcanoe soft hot and hear to hold new earth new fertile soil to build
my castle made of pebbles and little rocks i found on the side of the road
where now with u and me well plant a rose that will grow willdly willingly.
