作曲 : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ...
One two three
In fact, a dark hat, (hung alone?)
Looks like a well behaved black hole (caught?) correct what must be a very serious (wall?)
Some delicious picture of the human yoke
Can't climb to close (the chill?)
Lost yourself
The sky's quick
There's you
Walking to
The lonely chess
Of a full
Winning you
Of a full
With a great
Deal of
And a whole
Lot of (cock?)
Right below
The skylight
There is a boy
Finding his
Eyes closed
And a rather
(He knows?)
A lot of sun
And he
Can't seem
To explain
Why he's
Growing up
Into
His scary
Can't seem
His best
With a man
Your eyes
Jumps in
Stabs you
But your
Catching light
Stabs you
Stands better
And besides
Slapping me
His verse
Your eyes
Are off
Letting you
Can't keep staring
Someone
Named from
A soft
Sparkling
A clock
Eaten
But me
Stiff fruit
Of a
Photo
Cut off