Dear flower, I aint nothing big enough but they can't turn the lights off on our forbidden love.
Everything is on fire all the time when the street lights shine on you my dandelion.
Watch the Sparks and shooting stars as I sing you this nebulullaby under the street lights in our car.
Longrays, midlights, noondays, gloam. Oh you're sick again? Get well soon.
You can call me triple M or man in the herringbone hat. Or the hummingbird who has no cats.
Words we're wailing in the hause of chig after I found the prize in the garden that started with a glitch.
In hindsight this new hevn will burn on, stronger than any electric pylon.
Let me read you a tiny story or two, as this train is now leaving for a new earth in a few.
[These lyrics consist of most of the titles of all the different records from the recollection volume 1. This may be the stupidest idea I've ever had but I'm just gonna role with it. That would be cool if someone made this into a rap. REMIX!!!]