Dandelion Palm Songtext

I put ignition on the coveralls,
my teeth squeaked the rates.
There are batteries in the floor of
devices in drawers of the nightstand, requested to help him start,
I undertook this and shot into the workroom.
I think that you took to me in downslide, destruction was biting,
reduction was writing,
rented by a fine dream of the pen and the paper.
Children of glare;
made so real,