Paul Cunningham - SEVENTH lyrics

A planet-storm thrashed your cage from its air-canopy. This left you alone on the surface. In a cornfield you awoke with damaged hands and feeble muscles. A woman wearing a blue and white gingham dress approached you carrying two golden slippers. Before she had a chance to say hello, you asked her to set the slippers on the ground. You knew you would choke on the slippers while attempting to swallow her.