LYRICS BORN: Cheyenne! Look at what the liquor brings about / Throw out

the magic basket full of wires and let them flail all on the ground./ Why

do they love it so?/Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward

breezes / And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts / Absorbs sweet

Lorraine and her dolly on the front porch and it escorts them into/ Deep

dark space around Taurus / And the Mormons can't explain the stars

reflectin' in her corneas. / It makes they hearts beat hard against they

corsets which / Bops they lockets up against they foreheads, and--/ Who was

it that sent this little girl's mind up into orbit? / She had to forfeit

little dolly while in space so that she could touch the stars like torches.

/ Privately, we recorded her, / Intimately, yes! We courted her with-- /

"Miss Cinnamon Tea, please rest your itty bitty palms in my--/

Incandescently glowing hands and infinitely, / We will explore your

inquisitive tendencies; / The intrinsic and the explicit, / We won't

inhibit any of your inquiry, / But first the fire must be met then quenched

by you candidly and randomly venting any / Thoughts, memories, anything! /

It's time for you to start channeling what you've been gathering!" / So we

left gravity, / Instantly engulfing Lorraine in a shimmering cavity then, /

Flattening like an elasticine band that stretches and contorts, / And then

I'd widen like the space highway spiraling sideways, contract and dilate,/

Then straighten up at 100 mph then fall on myself in layers like a

thickened band of taffy, / Assuming every length and shape imaginable, /

Then I catapulted Lorraine and her stuffed animal into still deeper space,

/ But fathoming what I had actually done and her pace increasing rapidly, /

I shot out like a javelin after her screams, / First matching her speed,

then surpassing h