Exquisite Corpse

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream

I make the air fall apart

Around me

Now as the petals are no more

A corroding, shrinking stalk remains

Bereft of his blooms

And the ultimate cruelty of love's pinions

Beset his appearance

Beset his appearance

No king could replenish his state

Now browning, sinking, dying

A thousand deaths

A thousand deaths

A thousand deaths

Terry sat up

And hugged the green army surplus bag

Around his skinny waist

It was cold

And the person beside him had faded badly

Legs apart his eyes lit up

The sky's gone out

The sky, the sky

The sky's gone out

Ooooooh

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out

The sky's gone out