Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner You called out to the summer soil and It's not that, we're barely oiled You crawled back to whip the silence I climbed up two dozen roses Each one caught, like a Sunday soldier Hair tied back, I've a tendency to lose it Round the act, you lost your colour I fired up, was the forceful endue me Each one like caught the first one soothing Lies a like I can rock a story Children's eyes takes another toll on me
It falls back, in the sun's contusion I call out, I cannot be foolish That was right in the first of the cooling Side wind up, where's the rest of the loose change Well I thought I found God, for the rest of the cool age Peaceful now but to colour the tulip Sides rise up for the ones who choose them Each one bad like the revolution knew this And I'm here to rate these things is all it is Yes, I am here to rate these things that I say