Leaving all the world to play. They disappear. And the leaves have gathered dust to run like deer. Tearing pieces from our lives to feed the dawn. Mist surrounds the seagulls, christened by the storm.
Ocean of motion. Squirming around and up and down. Pushing together. Scattering mountains all around you. That is the sound of a new born world. And a light from a curious sky.
Pick me up, put me down. Push me in, turn me round. Switch me on, let me go. I have a mind of my own. . In hiding. Far from the city of night. And the factories of truth.
Please take me away. Far from this place. Leaving me here. Take me away. . To the furthest star in the sky. Take me away. To the deepest cave of the night.
Pages were written turn yellow the age of the rhyme. sadly confused by us with the passing of time. oh no I tell you no lie no madman am I. give me another chance and another way.