That means no where I come from
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come
I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose:
Feels so good to be a rose
Oh don't, don't you lift me up
Like I'm that shy, no no no no no
Just give it up —
There are bats all dissolving in a row
Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go
And I cannot let go
And so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword!
'Tho it be mincing up the morning
Slightly bored
O, morning without warning like a hole
And I watch you go
There are some mornings
When the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons
Who were built to have and hold
And some machines
Are droppеd from great heights lovingly
And some grеat bellies ache
With many bumblebees
(And they sting so terribly)
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come
I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose:
Feels so good to be a rose
Oh don't, don't you lift me up
Like I'm that shy, no no no no no
Just give it up —
There are bats all dissolving in a row
Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go
And I cannot let go
And so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword!
'Tho it be mincing up the morning
Slightly bored
O, morning without warning like a hole
And I watch you go
There are some mornings
When the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons
Who were built to have and hold
And some machines
Are droppеd from great heights lovingly
And some grеat bellies ache
With many bumblebees
(And they sting so terribly)
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