It's the season of grace coming out of the void. Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance. It's the season of possible miracle cures. Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown.
And when the dawn breaks through the drums start. beating the morning to the farm. your grimace widens and your lips part. sounding the silent alarm. and when the bells explode they scatter.
I'm just a walkin' my dog. singin' my song. strollin' along. It's just me and my dog. catchin' some sun. we can't go wrong. . My life was lonely and blue.
And regardless, in the evening. A light is thrown by the setting sun. It speeds along this vast familiar. And silently crosses everyone. It's the light that's changing.
Well I don't know if I'm wrong. 'Cause she's only just gone. Here's to another relationship. Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease. I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means.
Oh I. Rented a motorbike. And all night. I had the Fear.... But onward,. Oh how the terrifying choice. was clear. . So white!. The moon was a wicked sight.
There was a knight and a lady bright. And three little babes had she. She sent them away to a far country. To learn their grammar. They hadn't been gone but a very short time.
Svetlana sucks lemons across from me. And I am progressing abominably. And I do not know my own way to the sea. But the saltiest sea knows its own way to me.
We should shine a light on. A light on. And the book of right-on is right on. It was right on. . We should shine a light on. A light on. And the book of right-on is right on.