Heartbeat of my called line
Lines - Bilines,
Arrows - zeros...
Stars decided our fates in the sky
pity, not us
Planet is round, flies and rotates
Lets mess everything up, and meet on Saturday
Better if there were clouds - thunder-stroms all once - together,
Then jitters of waiting for sound of telephone...
Call me by pager, by word on telephone-fax
By email com-com-telephone
Everythings difficult and easy
Secrets - questions
hieroglyphics of love not decoded
Hand weapon, ring sometime
Plantes - comets I'll be bit-bit missing you
Heartbeat of my called line
Important - not important, to answer you
Fates made up by people - astrologists
here and on Earth
But people get mixed up
When we meet up
You will a girl or a bear
Better if there were clouds - thunder-stroms all once - together,
Then jitters of waiting for sound of telephone...
Call me by pager, by word on telephone-fax
By email com-com-telephone
Everythings difficult and easy
Secrets - questions
hieroglyphics of love not decoded
Hand weapon, ring sometime
Plantes - comets I'll be bit-bit missing you (x2)