Congratulations, 'cause we've made it all the way home
There's a tiny, familiar face next to Buckingham Fountain. She's curled on a bed of dead leaves, staring into space and talking nonstop, her ramblings punctuated by tiny chirps and meows.
"You can see it see it in the shadow spaces, watch them watching from under the stairs watch the puppets dangling from the wires but no one knows, no one else knows the lines, no one else knows the show, no one knows, bleed, bleed, the puppets bleed, the bright lights and the wires!"
She burrows into a tighter ball, shudders and sneezes. "No more, no telling, there's the promise, there's the facts, where's the Bear? I want the Bear back."
"You can see it see it in the shadow spaces, watch them watching from under the stairs watch the puppets dangling from the wires but no one knows, no one else knows the lines, no one else knows the show, no one knows, bleed, bleed, the puppets bleed, the bright lights and the wires!"
She burrows into a tighter ball, shudders and sneezes. "No more, no telling, there's the promise, there's the facts, where's the Bear? I want the Bear back."