[Wisdom_Tree]

Two Lovers, laying in spreaded position,

Listenin to bluegrass
Golden oldies and new Jazz
With a blue glass of champ'
Sexed, assed out and damp

Spoken words like Spoken Word
Theyre floatin birds like smokin herbs
He speaks a verse that she heard
Voice a booming engine of a beemer

"Dont Move, the sun hits your eyes and now they glisten
I can picture you a mother, naked cookin in a kitchen
Even see you as a grannie, take the grandkids out for switchins
Lemme stop being sentimental, heres the love that youve been missin"

After, Two Lovers laying in a spreaded position

Listenin to bluegrass
Golden oldies and new Jazz
With a blue glass of champ'
Sexed, assed out and damp

Softly whisper, she does and loves
Breast to chest, she hugs he shrugs
His motion brings him into a place
Pitch like shes singing, she holds his face

"Dont Move, the sun hits your eyes and now they glow
I can picuture you a father, booming voice ever so low
Even see you and a grandpa, with eyes that always know
Living life like it was golden snow..."

And so Prototype played in the back
This story ends and fades to black
What moments in love we record as fact...
They lay and loved and that is that.