This melody coming out of my marrow,
gives symbols.
Some of my rolling stones are yours too,
Where are we wandering,
In this terrene that is all tinctured,
The boulevards are all haphazard,
and there are spellbinding buildings,
I'm there ,and you're on deck too...
On lost,inert course,
On the harbor of stars,
We sail,sauntering,
Where are we wandering,
In this terrene that is all tinctured...
All these sighs have hit the hay,
and my allegory is sketchy,
Even if we flub,there is nothing to be intimidated,
there is no devoir to cease...
There are paper drapes,
Hook on hatch,
and wraith of words,
Sodden in water
The boulevards are all haphazard,
and there are spellbinding buildings,
I'm there ,and you're on deck too...
gives symbols.
Some of my rolling stones are yours too,
Where are we wandering,
In this terrene that is all tinctured,
The boulevards are all haphazard,
and there are spellbinding buildings,
I'm there ,and you're on deck too...
On lost,inert course,
On the harbor of stars,
We sail,sauntering,
Where are we wandering,
In this terrene that is all tinctured...
All these sighs have hit the hay,
and my allegory is sketchy,
Even if we flub,there is nothing to be intimidated,
there is no devoir to cease...
There are paper drapes,
Hook on hatch,
and wraith of words,
Sodden in water
The boulevards are all haphazard,
and there are spellbinding buildings,
I'm there ,and you're on deck too...