the tide comes in and the tide goes out again. i suppose this is the kind of thing we see every day. the tide comes in. the tide goes away. oh, the tide comes in. yeah, the tide. yes, the tide.
Flip Shots
One day wouldn't it be great
“go find a reason … call it helicopter season … now, repeat after me - is it for this i have hunted?”
they’re calling it “the new decay” … hey, so am i
a dragon needs room, a dragon needs room, to run run run run…
it’s a long climb down from obscurity, so cancel the keys to the city, please
enough to come so close to closing the deal…
i’m so … i don’t know, what’s the word? my grasp of the verb is a weak one.
all the skies opened up, and now they’re mentioning your name in connection with a drowning when you’re just saying - “ah, let it come down!”
compliments going to my head: la-da-da, la-da-da!
place your hand in my hand. discover the millennia this way. here comes the day…
