Super-Related

Super-Related and
I think it’s bigger than books when
reality steps in She’s a gun with a gun
Super-Related and
I can feel you pull through me Reality surely
leaves the choice in our hands
I could be chemical, I could be a plasticproxypriest
He’s got more ends than means, more wants than needs
Super-Related and
I can see one Holy-Roller
keeps looking over his shoulder
but there’s nobody there
Super-Related is like a cosmic communion
It’s the holiest union
that could ever exist
What if we’re aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It’s always do or die or hit the ground
Super-Related is all the lovers and has-beens
teaching the comers and kingpins
how to live with mistakes
Super-Related is like a cosmic communion
It’s the colorless union
of all the love in the world
What if we’re aeroplanes? I would be a fire in the sky
It’s always do or die or hit the?