Caboose - On The Might of Princes

Exploding like a pen, in your mouth

Paint you purple

The moss that crawls on your back

The floor kisses my back

With all this falling, you might say I’m falling for you

With all this falling, you might say I’m falling for you

Necks laced with ivy shooting missiles straight from

Stalling starts;

Don’t grow old, grow golden

This is the last time I write your name one thousand times

How can you sleep like a baby?