Shave It

I, drawing of the sunshine, I
I, an x-ray of a dream, I
And a boat that’s hauling water
up the river made of sand
I, drawing every mountain, I
I, postcard in my hand, I
and a boat that’s hauling water
up the river made of sand
moved the picture from the wall to the shelf
and the picture said «i'm not myself»
swearing at the rain as it fell
and the rain said back «i'm not myself»
I, crawl into the desert, I
I, monkey on my back, I
and a boat that’d hauling water
up the river made of sand
moved the picture from the wall to the shelf
and the picture said «i'm not myself»
swearing at the rain as it fell
and the rain said back «i'm not myself»