[Xanthos]

Macrame Queens in the afternoon,
And I'm in tune (or did I speak too soon?);
Punch drunk off of somebody's joke -
What happened to the time?

A footnote in your dance of days,
In my mind that record still plays...
I still wonder what the f*** it says;
Hoping there is time.

I dream of lives we could of had before,
Where the heat is broke down - open doorways...
Like waiting for a trick to score...
It feels that way sometimes...

I wonder where we're all going -
I'm homesick for your primal knowing.
I wonder why the wind keeps blowing
You through my mind.
- X