There is a hummingbird
Sleeping in her mouth
And there is a mellotron
With a strawberry sound
And these are the hazy days
There is not so much around
But shadows of the rubber plants
In the garden where she was found
And there is less oxygen
Than a year ago
They turned it into cars and trains
At least they say so
And those are the pieces of
A puzzle that she holds
Like memories of another past
And silence this silence since she is gone
And sometimes she is k**ing the saints
And sometimes she gets lost
And sometimes she can hardly wait
And sometimes there is hope
But who are the demons they
Might hang around her heart
She is watching all the satellites
She is wishing for a star