If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural

Unlock my body and move myself at last
In the warm liquid, flowing glowing glass
Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears

Am I waiting for the only recovery of simple paths between the branches
Flowering chance fence-slats rattling
Fingers pushing through slowly brushing past a fast glimpse of you

If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural