36,500 Words.

Sweet rock fruit, textured like dolphin skin, no music on,
it's a gift, take it, don't see that every day

Storm rages outside, well a storm can rage inside too,
teach me what you know, I am hungrier than you

Shadows fall because no one ever propped them up before,
come on genius, what other cold explanation can there be

Sand is made of salt, glass is made of sand,
look in the mirror, multiply yourself, look at you all

Somewhere someone is listening to "Wichita Lineman" and is crying,
no wait hold on a minute that someone is me.