Books - Getting The Done Job lyrics

rate me

Ear to the ground I sift through

Piles of falling letters

Copying keys roll down my sleeves

A part of the hanging garden

Of the city

Downtown the sounds of single

People doing nothing

Nose to the wall I follow

Paths of tiny fissures

Falling trapeze, the Japanese

Are watching the garden growing

On an island

Surround the mound and run your

Fingers through the filings