LYRICS BORN: Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about / Throw out
the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground./ Why
do they love it so?/Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward
breezes / And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts / Absorbs sweet
Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into/ Deep
dark space around Taurus / And the Mormons can't explain the stars
reflectin' in her corneas. / It makes they hearts beat hard against they
corsets which / Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--/ Who was
it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? / She had to forfeit
little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.
/ Privately, we recorded her, / Intimately, yes! We courted her with-- /
"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my--/
Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, / We will explore your
inquisitive tendencies; / The intrinsic and the explicit, / We won't
inhibit any of your inquiry, / But first the fire must be met then quenched
by you candidly and randomly venting any / Thoughts, memories, anything! /
It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" / So we
left gravity, / Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, /
Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, / And then
I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,/
Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a
thickened band of taffy, / Assuming every length and shape imaginable, /
Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,
/ But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, /
I shot out like a javelin after her screams, / First matching her speed,
then surpassing h
