Letra A Song About Camping de Make Believe original

the tremolo of insects cuts the canyon’s furrowed brow
cloud armada swarms in morning
through the night it kept a good eye on me
clocks in morning cliff morning cloud
everyone i’ve ever seen naked, I remember all at once
how any woman dared how do me
strobes in naked ache and buzz
the clouds come whisper in my ear
the angels each play an angle
the angels circle back to say
'keep an eye out for the clouds today'
the clouds are only the front lines for UFO field patrol
but what I don’t let the angels know is I’m in cahoots with the UFOs
ever since the mothership headquarter's sun confided in me: I am one
the rivers constant exhale while cliffs cut blacker against black
fade into flared salmon meat landscape
when the big siren in the sky arrives
and I see the river’s flow the opposite way
then I’d been hearing it all night