[00:16.240]Sit down and fire away'
[00:19.950]I know it's tricky when you're feeling low'
[00:23.970]When you feel like your flavour
[00:26.220]Has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio...
[00:31.810]I know you're weighed down
[00:34.300]You're fed up with your heavy
[00:38.620]Your boots
[00:39.570]laced with melancholy notion's all you own...
[01:04.400]I do - like sugar -
[01:07.150]Tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
[01:11.950]and I know my demeanor
[01:14.970]has gone the way of a photo left out in the sun...
[01:20.400]so I try to keep myself in lillies and flax seeds...
[01:27.880]oh what a folly- fooling just yourself...
[01:52.310]Sit down and smoke away'
[01:55.850]I wouldn't knock it till you're in them shoes
[02:00.330]oh watch as ours subtlety blows away
[02:03.790]as a blusher gives way to a bruise...
[02:08.500]But seemly' we'd freely make a trade-off
[02:15.110]a dry rot to take the weight off
[02:18.480]Swap the boots for red shoes