Purple Octopus - Jealous Of The Birds

When I am twenty-two

I’ll have holes in my shoes

I’ll smell of apple breeze

Still climbing ancient trees

And I hope you’re around

To lie with me on the sunny ground

I want to eat your elderberry sin

And trace the lines of your sacred skin

I’ve never been so bored

Talking about the war

Sunday’s make me depressed

Won’t bother getting dressed

And nowadays I don’t feel alive

Everything we’re doing so can try

Purple Octopus of manic brain

Swims up through my arteries and veins

Steampunk with cold milkshake

Quoting «Old Lights» from Blake

I dream in sepia

Blood of anemia

And none of us will ever be content

With our college education and our friends

Living in the bars and record stores

Sweating out empathy on Dan’s floor