Treatment of the sun

Out of nowhere the solid gold man is a statue.
Paranoia keeps me watching to see if his head would move.
Street dancers in a brigade are flashing what mothers made.
My costume is custom sewn in colors of thread I own.

Solid Gold.
The treatment of the sun.
Your placement in the crowd.
Your purpose unknown.

I'm out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones.
She's not trying to annoy me but sticks and stones will break me like words will.
White birds are flying in a pattern like fighter planes.
Dark shadows cover the ground to make you think they're around you.

Solid Gold.
The treatment of the sun.
Your placement in the crowd.
Your purpose unknown.

Solid Gold.
The treatment of the sun.
Your placement in the crowd.
Your purpose unknown.

Solid Gold.
The treatment of the sun.
Your placement in the crowd.
Your purpose unknown.