West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Smell Of Incense

She stood as still as the shadows of stone
She stood on the edge of my mind
I tried to push her away
I shut and locked the door
Her eyes grew large and asking
And the smell of incense filled her room

She stood in the ever present fullness
Of expectation
What happened to her childhood dreams?
The sidewalk smothers us tomorrow
And the smell of incense filled her room

She stood as still as the shadows of stone
She stood on the edge of my mind
I tried to push her away
I shut and locked the door
Her eyes grew large and asking
And the smell of incense filled the room
And the smell of incense filled the room
And the smell of incense filled the room
And the smell of incense filled the room