With a face as a sale and nostrils wider
you say the words but the worst does not sound in these lines.
Say these lines and bow down till your space is no waste.
Let me carry you there where we will wait.
Here we are and we'll stay till the end.
Come to meet us out here.
What is good and what is
fear to us, dear to us.
Life, with a sting at the end.
Now, don't forget with the winter still ahead
we'll want a place to stay.
With a face as a sale and nostrils wider
you say the words but the worst does not sound in these lines.
Say these lines and bow down till your space is no waste.
Let me carry you there where we will wait.