Dalis Car

Together arm in arm
In an avenue white and tall
Tower block buildings telling tales
This is spring or fall (?)

Time is waiting on the floor
A gold wrapped gift from whom?
My friend is clawing at the dial
It tells us half past two

Tall doors opened up
I leave my friend no fear
The jacket man with piercing suit
Is looking for a tear
He juts his words in monotonal hums
And draws a picture clear
Of Dali’s car, his silent self
An eye pierces like a spear

Tell me man, like or not
My time is short and soon
I’ll take your clock for Dali’s car
Take you spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room

Tell me man, like or not
My time is short and soon
I’ll take your clock for Dali’s car
Take you spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room
Spinning in the room

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