High-Heeled Clouds - Arp

There she goes

Walking up 5th avenue

Delicate line

Turn coat and rhyme

You’re a fool without a clue

And the things

Things for her that you would do

You’d give it all

You’d take the fall you’ve nothing better to do

Walking on the high heels of a cloud

Walking on the high heels of a cloud

Card of clothes

Scraping the sky

Surface unlike

Ghost of hers up in the air

Words she says

Lie like a knife in the drawers

Insatiable stones

Mirrors unborn

Only leave you wanting more

Walking on the high heels of a cloud

Walking on the high heels of a cloud