Called you, called you
From the dream of my space, from a day old sun
Conjured you

Tell a strain going through
Something white-hot in my tone
Day unto day
Now I'm to blame
Where am I?

Chevy Marigold
Is nearly mostly
Alice Ghostly
Not a mincer of words

I just made a baby, now nothing can save me
Very major baby, blind drunk
Better yet, saturnine
With a strange lack of concentration in his eyes