tiny bombs and bigger waves
brace yourself or what the hell
is it ain't and drying paint
some meaning on a scrap of tape
are you burrowing through to some glowing core
or shuffled off and side-tracked along the way
breathing layers of paydirt and banner wavers
the clutter that is everyday
but tiny bombs and bigger waves
across your once-glassy sea
and what's it worth for a stupid song?