In The Snow

(albüm: Return Of The Dream Canteen - 2022)

My mates have all gone married now
Off living in a kindred cloud
Not that kind

They cuddle up with kitten's bone
Puddle in their beds at home
I still can't find

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

I check my stupid phone again
No matter that it's 4 a.m.
It burns my eyes

Spotlights born to shine at night
Come what may, it always might
Burn so bright

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow

High-waisted, she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation
From the salivating demarcation of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation
Her milk framed and rose satin, untamed by the silk
That framed her Manhattan trap door which became duly unbattened
She's Latin, out catting

Does everything that feels so nice
Come with an inverted price
I still don't know

The ball is clearly in my court
And I am happy to report
It's moving slow

Tell me what you want to see
Tell me what you want
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it forward now
Do you want to come with me?
Do you want to come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now

Slow rodeo
Roll over, roll over
Slow rodeo in the snow
Slow rodeo
Hold over, roll over

Of a humbling Colombian
Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin
The summer wind, we crumble some
The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubblegum
Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us that the mellow tangelo is jealous
For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show
She said, "Hell no"
The cock bottom temple varies like autumn lights soft the cost
The Fibonacci lost her sauce
Into the last remaining hostage boss, sweet toss
Now I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative
Repetitive
An uncredited she comes well-vetted
Gracefully and studied
Blue steadiness
The wrath, the math
The not yet fractured tabernacle of the Basil Rathbone
And the last disaster casting
Impassible laughter blocks my path
Blue chaff
Blue chaff
Blue chaff