In Stitches

Slink past the stoned rasta painters on baronne
Blink and the walmart of the dead blurs on baronne

Found you
Look around you
Wild parrots and gin in the air
Don't know where to go
Don't know where to go from here
Don't know where to go to disappear

Tangerine and seasick green
Us in pieces
Like when wolverine
Big red's king
Caught us hiding
We just drove away into the day
In stitches