Aperpareplane (early recording)

On an aperpareplane

Souls, Annie said

With jaws and arms the right length

To sing your soul to bed.

'Cause you fly an aperpareplane

Fashion from your niece

Crimson dress and nice clothes

Singing me to sleep

Fly an aperpareplane

Annie says my name

Jaws and hands the right length

No architects could blame

A life of paper airplanes

Flown from parkinglots

Smiling at the streetlights, oh dear...

And years being to roll your way

Reading a book of the way you look

Singing a song of where you belong