Marty Willson - The Width And The Height

Squeezed in decided ground
Squarely the distance goes round and round
Overly shown in a drowned patchy place
The lock on the dreamy door is a waste
Open and down the sheltered steps
You'll find new places where thoughts are kept



Make sure you're small, make sure you're thin
Where the width and the height begin
Fake is a state, tears on a cake
Where the width and the height take shape



Escaped in a train to somewhere green
Where window cleaners clean and cream
Taste this unusual crop that I've picked