In The Snow
(专辑: 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