Can you make a space on the sea
A box like shape for a silly woman
Damn, a Shammy
I though I'd made a Tamborine
When I am led I resent
Only when I'm left do I know what I said
The old it bickers the fresh
When I'm standing with my brush in the emptiness
Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend
Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend
My Mother said
Why must you drag all the hopes out of bed?
I blame the seasons
We all have our reasons I meant
Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend
I did at one time attempt
In landing sleeves and a silly ribbon
There must be a reason he said
I know the reason he meant
Damn it Hannie
When you jump and down your chains almost sound like a Tamborine