If it takes me all the road
I know my sense will win the race
And while in water walking red
I'll pass along the jolly sailor's tune
But choosing cheese can mortify the soul
And darkened summers twitter not
And keeping quiet little balls of sweat
Can't catch the loyal kingfisher
Ignoring now the bending trees,
I go alone into the fiery snow
And preconceptions welcome she
Who tells the world the gum is shiny.
With open door and creaking frog
He brings us gifts of pestilence
Though cheery sweet is not the past
Small children kill the laughter smells
And fancy Chemistry with blackness
Talks to rendered alien bogs
And switching over onto shadows
Chases down the walking blind
My partnership has frozen days
Who dance upon angelic light
And loneliness will lead
To lucky friendships with a greener glass
Copyright 1999 Wet Kipper Music
