bod [包家巷] – elision

(nothing further needed to be said) this way our lives intersect, (i ask that you) please try to be patient with this, (for as much as i love you it is) as you wish, darling; it is cold enough that nobody else is outside (but me; up here i am singing) hymns for an airplane, (based on) things (i) whispered while asleep [interlude]; (today an) abandoned building (was) located (where i hope that i can finally understand) what it feels to dress like me made with help from Sacha Sanders and Toyota