Letras de Jasmine

I anger dust and robots
Wore lockets with dead friends′ hair
Growing like waves or smoke
In the fabric house
The train hops towards sorcery
And the fake fatherland
Spills flies and totems
Hauls Brock stars by teeth
Moulds abstract Christ
As sweet as jasmine

I saw the ink spread
Over the bed
The faces mark masks
And hook down comet trails

Whilst the tombs of great trees
Open again for me and thee
Open, for me and for thee
Open, open again for me and thee
Oh, open, open for me and thee
Open, open again for me and thee
For me and thee, for me and thee

Open again for me and for thee