In Stiches - Guided By Voices

What have we here?

Where the fragmented mind is Re-assembled

A new gift for crying out loud

A small token of our appreciation

«human amusements at hourly rates?»

It all makes for trouble math

But when the light comes on You leave me in stitches

I hear you singing the spiritual getaway

Yearning to hike away

From hurt and spiny things

Who use you for their practice

And settlements

Permanent holy wars dissolve

And crash

On the red horizon

Busted bottle red sunshine

Moonfire flickering