I've got dumb blues over you and I'm godless suddenly
It's you
You scared me half to death
What for
Racing down the alleyways
The summers here I hope she stays
Sails her blue eyes over you
Savour the springtime of our
Racing into town
Bicycles in line
In your raid
In your
Rip out time from the clock
No one keeps up
Inside a rolling stone
I look for you
Inside a
Falls into view
And you find it's not the right way
Flowers drink upon the ground
In the story of nature
Bring down
All the shade that blinded
The baby stars and eyelids
Under
Let me find it in my head
Me i'm hazey
Big yellow eyes
Strung up like flies from the moon
He's looking
A deep river flows of weathered sins and weathered souls
A
It's not the way
The day draws in that I think
Birds flying down
Come the morning
Wakes you up under the sky
Leave
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