Two Skeletons Making Love

It was good nine steps down, or more
Where I first encountered music as a child
And the candles blew the wind so it could burn
Over a variety of old junk sound
And classics were my food, nobody knew them
Back when I discovered dusty shelves
Keeping best hid secrets for the voyager
Who wasn’t afraid of blind man’s steps

Smoke it, don’t choke it
Herb it, don’t verb it
Weave it, don’t leave it
Mold it, don’t hold it

Get it, go with it
Grow it, don’t show it
Stuff it, don’t bluff it
Blow it, don’t know it

But you just passed the grade my dear
Psychedelic warrior
You just slipped to outer spheres
Reserved for astral warlords

Sunlight through cathedral’s stained glass roof
Other insufficient mad memories
Ladders made of guitars, hands and roses
Leading to your lover’s secret sand wind

That’s all you’ll ever see or experience
Two skeletons making love
That’s all you’ll ever feel when you’re with her
Two skeletons making love