Life is like a Feelie Box
Guess what is inside
Faster, slower rusty clocks
Make your feelings hide
Squished together in my mind
Twisted path and sloping hill
In the well that's for the blind
Picture Buckets, sights to fill
Ironically The People talk
Cats and Dogs still cannot speak
Blackboard covered in white chalk
Molding youngins week by bleak
"Have no fear," The Doctor cries
The Farmer's crops are gone
Surround yourself in plastic lies
Pink flamingoes for the lawn
Night-time is dawning fast
Lights unhealthily they flicker
Make the day-time moon still last
While sunbeams can get sicker
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
Life is like a Feelie Box
Guess what is inside
Faster, slower rusty clocks
Make your feelings hide
Squished together in my mind
Twisted path and sloping hill
In the well that's for the blind
Picture Buckets, sights to fill
Ironically The People talk
Cats and Dogs still cannot speak
Blackboard covered in white chalk
Molding youngins week by bleak
"Have no fear," The Doctor cries
The Farmer's crops are gone
Surround yourself in plastic lies
Pink flamingoes for the lawn
Night-time is dawning fast
Lights unhealthily they flicker
Make the day-time moon still last
While sunbeams can get sicker
