What Happened to the Spring? -The Machinery of Dre

The sky is a button that’s lost its coat,
A wooden bird with a paper throat.
I had a friend who lived in a frame,
He had seven noses and no middle name.

He walked to the window to feed the rain,
But the floorboards decided to swallow the train.
Gravity’s just a suggestion, my dear,
When the clocks are all eating the atmosphere.

And he fell, he fell, like a clumsy star,
Past the velvet moon and the ginger jar.
It’s a long way down to the cobblestone street,
Where the shadows are looking for something to eat.

Oh, pull the curtain,
Lock the door,
He’s not the man he was before.

There was a ginger man
Without a patch of skin.
He jumped into the emptiness
Pretending he could swim.

An old woman in a headscarf
Counts zeros in a drawer,
While every plate inside the cupboard
Quietly walks out the door.

Hop-skip.
Broken alley.
A chair with only three.
God has fallen half asleep
Beside a crooked tree.

Paper burns.
Time sticks.
Like syrup on a king.

We keep falling from the windows
Of imaginary things.

The moon forgets its duties.
The doorbell starts to sing.
And nobody remembers
What happened to the spring.

One...
Two...
Three...

The world was never whole.

Don’t look down, Petrovich.
Don’t look.
The butter is on the floor.
The sky is...
closed for repairs.

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