I wish you weren’t sick (The Soup Song)

I am at the brink of collapsing

I am a tarmac contracting

An aerospace of tangled waves

I couldn’t quite define
I am at the brink of diverging

I am a question

I am a sure thing

A systematic sewing motion

Fusing frame and mind

And i

I want to know that i’d be buried by your side when it’s time that i die

After my final reprise

Peer my head through a viewing hole

And here i thought i knew it all

Shifting my reality to be right there atop the biggest of cloudsOr maybe somewhere on the moon

If i werе going there i’d bring a change of shoеs

But heres the great thing about me when i’m with you

I’d always wear a smile on

A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup

A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup

A smile and a spoon and a full bowl of soup

I love you