Mailbox Paroles

we'll hide drugs in the floorboards
nobody checks there anymore,
and that includes us
we'd take the other bus
it goes under.

sit around and wait and hope they find you
on an island that we call home
an island we've been known to call
'the greatest feeling in the world,'
that shimmering violet place
that is always there and always late
like the distant past with a heartbeat
oh it moves you intensely.

to really be there, to give yourself up to
a space untouched by science
defined by its defiance
they don't reply

that shimmering violet place
that is always there and always late
it's like the feeling that you get when you die i bet.
it's like bein in the sky