[thurston] Like girl come walkin thru the cornfield Like blue vibration thru the sea I know Id love her to breathe, again Like cubes are talkin her down Ive been a wasted day Like spinning round a saint Like colored wild sign Theresa talkin in the rain Like girl be growin thru town Windows are thoughts in the stain I know Id love her to stay Whispering signs are agreeing Like talkin golden terrain Like thrivin dark in the saint A cat in gold goes along Theresas sound for the king