Of pretty pictures filled with pastoral
Utopias and adolescent dreamings.
Just imagine if I were there and you,
You were there too, locked inside together
Seeing through perfumed colored eyes,
All the world with its simple complexities
And complex simplicities
And wouldn’t it be just
Swell, if you removed
A little bit of the Heaven from your head
And a little of the Hell from mine
And together we could make
A perfect or so
Purgatory for two?
