Clouds that spin,
gentle hands that win.
patterned bibulous paper that brings,
the comfort to a wide eyed, dim witted, joggy wearing psycho naught.
I must resort away from such temptations.

Realisation from all the time i had spent,
flattening my true self away.
Day by day.

Soft touch, between birches, i'll light the way with all her matches.
Simple hums along the plants that bring
the comfort to a wide eyed, dim witted, joggy wearing, psycho naught.
I must resort away from such temptations.

Huns blare twice, well ill lead the way.
Wild undercover we would stray,
i'll have this time again with you some day.
Day by day.

Clouds Spun

Deli-side