Over Prudence Hall we fall unassuming, quiet all. Peaceful town square we float in on streams of air. (If you take note don't stop and stare). . White steeple church we perch upon.
It's dusk, y'know?. It's a purple sky, cold air, woodsmoke, pinestraw smell. I really like you, can we play tomorrow?. I really like you, can we play tomorrow?.
Transport me and quarantine. This feeling that is seldom scene. I'm curious and fevers peaked. Delirious with this mystique. . Soaked in a blanket's warm ember glow.
View, a different view. I'm quite through. Think I'll go outside and run around. 'Til I fall down. . But my feet are bound. But I look around me. Tall shadows whisper.
It's where I am, it's where I go. When I need to be alone. Or find someone. . I'll sift sand and souls. And telephone poles. Stretched on this lonely stretch of road.
A monster used to chase me. Used to jump from the top of my stairs. I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves. On top of the shed roof. (If my mother knew).
There's a place we hide true selves. Shine them into golden awe. Clandestine, I, charade, shadow the midnight. Hide, muddle the meaning, Hide, muddle the meaning.
Caught a red moon rise, brought me to our lives. We used to drive this blue ridge laughing. The red star is Mercury or Venus to tell the truth, don't really know.
Shuffle in the feet, thrive alive. Viking confident, am lucky I. Doomsday, a pillage-plunder magna cum laude. Solar flare, an eye-spy with a panavision glare.
She broached again and again over the careful morning scones. That she adored all too quickly as he cranked up his jaw. And turned off his ear, and she reminded they were his favorites and.
Shot, take it in, shot of indigo. Shot, take it in, shot of indigo. Shot, take it in, shot of indigo. Shot, take it in, shot of indigo. . American tale.
Hold the phone, where's the fire?. Call the preacher we must pray. Round up the kids 'cause this is. Not your average wedding day. . What do we have?.
She said, "Catch me if you can. You better plan, gentlemen". So the story goes. . Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary. Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed.
Soak the sun, cinnamon. What went wrong, summer song. Splinter snag, wind vein ragged. Faded trends, summer ends. . What's that, I thought I heard you say?.
What's the point in reaching you, my lonely friend?. What's the point in friends if friends cannot offend?. . I am not impressed not that, I claim to know what's best.
This has nothing to do with you, I know where I'm going Sunday. Windmill fish I'll move when the wind moves me. I'll make a roadway from the shells from my shells.
Shall we begin?. Gather 'round, gather all. Keep it real, strip it down. Rather not wait around. . With the hungry eyes. Of a snake oil salesman. [Unverified] water to wine.
So steadily go the rain. So steadily go the time. So steadily go the season. So steadily go, long ago. . All the little mysteries of a big yard. A little bit older, rake the lawn.
Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?. Another turning of the page, another churning of the day. Are you tired of the same? To much flower dulls the brain.
I write, fingers cut same blood as yours. Can't make it flow but I know. A stunted way to grow and I scream. . And the kettle screams, "I'm so sick of it.