Tenenbaum

You're a bitter kind

I love you so

Sour is my mind

From what you sow

How I let it grow

Call them radiant, call them mothers eyes

Home's a narrow space for me to find

Your beguiling state and endless heights

I'm just not moving right

Just not moving right when it's just not you

Under neon lights

Where I wake

I'm not feeling right

So they say

Rough kind of a day

Don my clothing, robes of ageing white

Rattled windows on the old green line

Do you feel it like I hope you might

I'm just not seeing right

Just not seeing right when it's just not you