Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
Spiders are filling out tax returns
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
On a private beach in Michigan

Why can´t we wish their kisses good
Why do they miss when their kisses should
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
On a private beach in Michigan

This recent rash of kidsmoke
All these telescopic poems
It´s good to be alone

Why can´t they say what they want
Why can´t they just say what they need
Come clean, listen and talk
Hello private caller, his I.D.´s blocked

The sun will rise, we´ll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore

Fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It´s good to be alone

I´ll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home

There´s no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told