yes, my friend, I'm fine.
fine fut but hungry of to-be
fine but starry-eyed with fire
fine but asleep thru the dawn
fine but hearin' meltin' people
twistin' their melted wings
hangin' from those trembling towers
of blackandwhiteness & fickleness
and yellin' sighs which strenght
could flicker out any soul;
and they're only waitin' for
the wandering mad train
to arrive.
CERTAINLY, my friend, I'm fine.
