I lost my sense of security
In an eclipse of the moon,
Red streak of rhubarb blood;
Snow man in the mirror.
I lost my sense of security
When the moon was eclipsed.
I fell from the night sky
A chair monkey convict.
Painting, Songwriting and Poetry
I lost my sense of security
In an eclipse of the moon,
Red streak of rhubarb blood;
Snow man in the mirror.
I lost my sense of security
When the moon was eclipsed.
I fell from the night sky
A chair monkey convict.
