If The Trees Had Eyes, They’d Be Glaring At You

Nero Space flyer on ice, 
misplace your telescopes and these ropes suffice. 

The city streets need painting fast and our old homes need fixed. 
I finally see that this coast is bedding down in the sound that wakes up our Host. 

Dance record the phones in those rooms, 
be right there police don’t care. 
Anyway they make it faster, 
better late than never after. 

Set on Sunday the earth is war, 
and I don’t see why not. 
You hop on high-ways they can’t recall, 
the better perf if they’re cars at all. 

And when at most there’d release this place, 
their branches shocked with disbelief.