Smell of Incense - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

She stood as still as shadows of stone

She stood on the edge of my mind

I tried to push her away

I shut and locked the door

Her eyes grew large and asking

And the smell of incense fills her room

She stood in the ever-present fullness

Of expectation

What happened to her childhood dreams?

The sidewalk smothers us tomorrow

And the smell of incense fills her room

And the smell of incense fills her

And the smell of incense fills her

And the smell of incense fills her

And the smell of incense fills her room