Early Morning Grand Talks

Early morning grand talks
 Magic screens showing folks
 Selling true emotions
 Hide my heart in motion
 And I watch them
 They scratch me
 Detach my love
 Patches
 Stuck on my arm
 Floods of feelings, the charm
 Of a long held weakness
 Takes me back to distress
 Other places
 And faces
 Lost traces
 Time races
 Against one-armed people
 In wheelchairs which can't roll
 A genuine reaction
 Carries in pierced wagons
 Our wishes
 Running fishes
 Rotten peaches
 Headcase speeches
 Early morning grand talks
 Just before we get stalked
 By the outside madness
 Are the sole food for faith
 Are the sole food for faith
 Are the sole food for faith
 Are the sole food for faith
 Are the sole food for faith