Picture yourself in a iphone on a river,
With banana trees and green apple skies
Somebody calls you, you jog quite adverb,
A girl with tiny eyes.
Cellophane tits of periwinkle and green,
flabbergast over your head.
smoke for the girl with the tree in her eyes,
And she`s gone.
Follow her down to a boyfriend by a fountain
Where rocking horse gnomes eat elf pies,
Everyone drinks as you smile past the flowers,
That shoot so incredibly high.
Newspaper chodes appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your ankle in the clouds,
And you`re gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a Guernsey,
With colorful porters with looking glass socks,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with tiny eyes.