Trudging through the morning. And the tramp with the trampoline under his arm. Shifts past your whiskers. So stark is the charm but the barking alarm.
I was biting the time zone. And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams. And threw caution to the colourful. Then we fell asleep in the car. Until the bumps woke me up in your grip.
He looks as if he hasn't slept. His hair is purposely unkept. & then he knew his people wept. When you crafted your plan. . The shadows underneath the eyes.
Well I've seen your eyes as they fix on me. What is he doing? What on earth's the plan? Has he got one?. You'd better give me some pointers. Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun..