Beat our brandy riddles,
Flake our sunshine wings,
Inject our floral laughter.
And for the most part take down all ever afters.
There was a gusty sight on the wind last night,
Dust spitting up across the firmament.
And the crack in the latch and the old thatched roof,
Blow about and rustle and clatter.
The canines cry with their shaggy coats wet,
As the moon begins to set in an ever after.
The widowed spider build a web spinning and spatter.
And with all the thing that I have seen,
With actions that were cruel and mean,
I reach for redemption.
Release from these crazy muses of mine.
Press your chest against mine,
So I can feel your heart beat, beating with our brandy riddles.
And clutch our hands together our palms in the middle.
Hold on, wait up, and stay up late with me,
Picking the scabs off our imaginary wings made of ultra violet light.
And watch the scabs turn to scars as our wings flake, what a sight!?
Delve deep into memories that make us smile.
Endless perfumed laughs,
Wrapped in scarfs,
As we cross from the wooden door to the field and run through the grass,
And what will we do for the time to pass?
Succumb to our glittering temptation,
Felt only once in a generation.
There is an awful blight on our strength and might,
Pouring dew on our wounds, self-inflicted.
And the blood it does seep,
With the scars to keep,
And troubled now addicted.
Keep going, keep moving.
It’s all in the grooving.
With the crack in the latch that batters the lock.
And the thatched roof all fallen asunder.
And the yelping of dogs sodden in the rain water.
Spinning a coffin for the flies caught now bitten and dead.
The spider has said all that is to be said.
Beat our brandy riddles,
Flake our sunshine wings,
Inject our floral laughter.