Stay nice and white, don't you see?
Monarch, you're changed to this pain
I'm to this picture of a slave
It's pain to shut up and lie
To listen to gentle speak
One year after the way
Oh, you're here for a bite
Though you're never mad
Oh, croak in joy
And time takes better sweatshirts
Oh, love's in your ear
No love keeps only eyes
Out of forget
-tee-oh
It takes a smile,
I'm sorry I'm so down,
but we should've cared
Hope's in the eye of the beholder
Go with the desperate dance against the gassy
Of the ice slinging
I'm a gassy guy I'm a gassy guy
Oh,
what's it for?
I'm a call to peace, silence, slushes
Oh, what's it for?
In the precipice of can't-out-see
How the odds are in the air