Somnambulism Days and Heights / Cajon at the Canal Lyrics

Days and heights

Yellow loam

Aglow by spotlights

And the lurid wheel

From agrestal trails

Out there

Rural dark

Days and heights

Past sunken sheds

Occupant-less

The mellifluous fair

From the iron pickets of a narrow catwalk

Chest of dust in the nighttime

The glinting tinsel in the icy street between the speared iron fences

Changing the hour on the clock on the clocktower

Through monoculture outside of the whale

Opening the back door to the tinsel in the clouds

Releasing butterflies on the foggy precipice

A chandelier of kites

You could hear them squeakers, clad in knotted felt robes

Chewing the waxy Shizuka apples

In the warm melding dale, flipper-clad blue denizens stomped on the purple cranberries

Standing around that lashed cauldron

There were faint neon parasails and moving trees

In the warm melding dale