Physical is beautiful she says
She's digging through the moments
That make up my head
She's understanding things
I forgot to forget
She has angel's wings
She has angel's wings

It's the triumph of the second over the day
I hang out my clothes to clean on the line
The sun takes all our guilt away
It evaporates
It evaporates
Into the moment

I don't think I'll ever understand her hair
The colour of living
Like life leaks out her head
If that is the price for being her
It's like buying a house for a cent
And the back lawn
And the back lawn
Still smells like fresh mowing

She's turning everything into expression
She worries that it's in the wrong direction
There's a certain kind of plughole
She strives to avoid
It blocks the sink
It blocks the sink
And floods through the kitchen

We're talking about big things till they crouch down low
She'd like to take a trip somewhere before she goes
Do something like it matters
Not just to her
She has angel wings
And living hair.