A Meaningless Conversation - Thought Gang, Angelo Badalamenti, David Lynch

Thus, in this instance the sum total

Of all the fundamental conclusions

Concerning the altogether

Misunderstood thoughts

Attending the equations

Connecting matters of negative and positives forces

And their precarious balance points is absolutely certain to cause changes

In the currents of modern thought

Like the changes on the surface of a lake

Due to the power of a severe thunderstorm

Lightning is, in fact, a large bolt of balance

And as above…

So below

In the far reaches of dimness

Where light seldom penetrates

The crawling continues and further negotiations were long since aborted

And with this came rain

And much gnashing of teeth and torment

In the case, like you

I’m in love

We fly down the streets as if to say

Hey, hey, bay

This is really love and the neighbors sing

Hey, hey, baby

Hey, hey, baby

You’re in love

The lawns are green

The sky is blue

Your lips are red colors

Colors in love in our world

Scratch away the smell

And then see it for real!