ya

gritty little hippy

mirrors

in your skirt

ya run and ya run

it's like gold dust

getting out of yourself

flowers in the trees

don't know they're

missing the dirt

so higher in white dust

ya kiss ya kiss

the dirt with

rings on your toes

can't get enough of yourself

overdose on your health

can't arrest yourself

Babylon has a cell for you

you are a mandolin

and stripes

and a head

and the state of now

is opium soft

in a dirty spoon

the trees cry a way

home

ya can't get enuf

the mirrors in skirts

hurt time

looking into themselves

yourself

ya run and ya run