She looked through the window while smoking a cigarette. An iron rod fell through and you just wished to be there.
And no, it is not slow motion, it felt like it was chopped up a new way of seeing the light.
She's looking at you, standing there those green plains. Those green grass fields and you just wished you could
be at that house. A great sky, such a pretty blue. The window's at grass level so you can see her if you want.

Well, you can see her.

You call yourself words and fill up your pockets with whatever you can think of, you are society's best picture,
I imagine. Feeling alone has no taste on your book, yet you swear by it when you season your food.

Ashtray.

You are standing there but you dress like you went back home. She's looking out the window, pretty blue sight.
Look up if you want, i don't mind.

Do you wanna look big? She lights up another cigarette. You are society's best picture, I imagine. And so, what
does it taste like? She won't have a coffee until later, so how does it look like? You are standing there, so
how does it feel like?

White shirt, some brown chino. You could have a ship, so what is it like? Wooden ship? Ironplane? An iron rod
dropped you know, and no, time did not slow down.