Sky Flows - Odd Sheep Lyrics

When it comes to sheep there is an odd one out
Fated to misery thinks we could go without
Born with deformities just because we run our mouth
Until she runs away and now the pack is down
Who is coming after her
Who would leave a thou
Just to get the one well the one who has
Done it once for me and since I never ran
When they can't have a spree they'll stop the ones who can
So they go running for office
Lure with lies cure the blind we will pull your eyes out of your sockets
Then they will really see and this ain't like the song I did with Iko Iki
Scaled a pile of rocks in bad weather conditions now she can't get off
Where are the men with the vision
Toasting mazeltovs
It seems a hen is less chicken when they lack the
For whom the bell tolls
I'm as earnest as Hemingway
Some will blow up these bridges so they can head off and not be chased
That head is off those thoughts opaque
To think you won't lose a king
Or be pernicious when you head up the Monterey
For whom the bell tolls
I'm as earnest as Hemingway
Some will blow up these bridges so they can head off and not be chased
That head is off those thoughts opaque
To think you won't see a king
Or be pernicious when you head up the Monterey
To make it up there you need to make it down here
Have to give it to God well it has been a nice year
When lost on your own you do not know who is on their way to
Won't stop until you are home different types of dedication
Through the trials and tribulations miles of separation
It is the odd sheep who has potential to change things
Such a beautiful creation moves me with pulsations
Your greatest assets you'd see as imperfections
Hypothetical word
Apply so much to a concept always struck as absurd
But now upon deeper prospect this is all that I does
Overthink underneath as if I will find my way up
Far from it on the brink of closing a wound
But the closer we get I am further from you
And my only regret is that I deemed it astute
To call you odd sheep hoping you would find what I refused
For whom the bell tolls
I'm as earnest as Hemingway
Some will blow up these bridges so they can head off and not be chased
That head is off those thoughts opaque
To think you won't see a king
Or be pernicious when you head up the Monterey