Honey, let’s grow our own branch.
\nLet’s give the white tiger of our hearts a second chance.
\nLet’s look into the woods and be still.
\nLose all we learned, and do it by feel.<\/p>\n
All right you’re wrong. Wanna’ to know why?
\nAll night long you hold courtship with the phantom sky.
\nYou brace the breach and clutch the straw
\nAnd wonder why everything comes out wrong.<\/p>\n
You’re a thespian with your speech.
\nIt’s something I can’t hold out and reach.
\nI’ve tried with my song
\nBut sadly it just lopes and lopes along.<\/p>\n
OK, be a ruler with your king.
\nI won’t hold back a thing.
\nI’ll teach you to draw and do studious things.
\nI’ll teach you to whisper to the mountain and the breeze.<\/p>\n
Finally, at last, in the darkness we’ve reached our peak.
\nA little boy in the drawer raises his head out to see.
\nHis face is covered in lashes.
\nHis cheeks are blanch, spotted with rashes.<\/p>\n
My kingdom for a good eye!
\nThe riders mount with their fellows to the sky.
\nThey know how it is down and out.
\nIn Paris and London and all about.<\/p>\n
I’d like to take you outside and shout.
\nBut I dare not let darkness out.
\nHe’s a snake whispering to his lover the dark.
\nA small minded man willing to ransom my only spark.<\/p>\n
Oh, how I wish you wouldn’t see
\nThe little man who’s running inside of me.
\nHe’s a traitor I tell you. Don’t believe a thing!
\nIf you do, I swear, I’m gonna take back that corn blue sapphire ring!<\/p>\n
Cutlet sized blazers and ribbon shaped hills.
\nThey keep us haunting this house recklessly in chills.
\nI’d sign you out, but you wouldn’t last
\nYou’d thrash around hysterically screaming about the past.<\/p>\n
You’re a duckly little darling aren’t you?
\nHeart shaped whisper, streaming lake colored eyes.
\nWho wouldn’t imagine an ocean looking at that radiant blue?
\nWill it do any good if I throw away all of the signs?<\/p>\n
I want to thank you for being here this evening.
\nIt’s a drama we couldn’t have done without you.
\nLittle birds take your seats and be still
\nWe promise what we say will be real.<\/p>\n
Longers, long for your garden covered roses then.
\nWe’ll be back if there’s room at the inn.
\nMake it cozy, fresh coffee and bread
\nAnd all the things King Solomon had by his bed.<\/p>\n
Beads and roses of rubies and stone
\nDon’t bother us too early. We want to be alone.
\nStop crying in your castle when we’re not to blame.
\nEach year we come back and its always the same.<\/p>\n
Oh lovely, I touch your soft place.
\nIt’s a bed of roses, your other face.
\nBe humble and proud and laugh out loud.
\nOnce their done with us, we’ll just be another face in the crowd.<\/p>\n
We stand upside down on the surface of the sky.
\nI can already see them waving their hands goodbye.
\n“They’re like Angels,” they scream, “Hold them to their words.”
\nBut its too late. We escape their providence and fly away like birds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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