Text: Portugal. The Man. Church Mouth. My Mind.

Stepping steps of floating floats that float above
such shining notes
they know (Just where/why their feet are moving)
just where we should rest
policed and waiting patiently we knew where
we'd gone and where we'd be
we know this should never drown the seeds
ahhhhh ohhhhh
My mind is all gone.
deaf and dumb but fluent speech speaking
speaks and listening
while eating piled tangled sugar weaves
(Just where/why their feet are moving)
My mind is all gone
down deep pace past finding another there,
got a dollar? sold!
you are hands just do as I please....
I feel my body moving and feel these feet a
moving
A messy mess of fruits and pies that dance
about these aging eyes
they know just what becomes of seeds
A busy suit or dirty boys feeling rude in lazy
lies, (oh) my my my my
(Just where/why their feet are moving)
My mind is all gone