"Come in", We'll say
and the bands will play
Their scripts of love for us
Light up at the top of the stairs,
You stare at me and say "What can we be?"

It's so, it's all I know

The strings all sing
and make the fling something to marvel in
Gin-breath thinks twice, before the wife
Just as he draws his pipe
"Thyme, have you got a light for me?
I'm ripe in where I ought to be."

Oh, it's all we know
What will we take to show?

Thyme

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All songs written performed and recorded by Konstantin Shaw-Polyakov

I like music and sometimes I listen to it!

Thyme

KONSTANTIN