Dancing all around the bullseye
And if it all sounded is evil
Me and my morning dew
Will both guess our best
That they’ll never know why
I’m smelling every flower that I’ve passed
The sent is so sweet
I wish it could always last
And I already know
That it already has
When nothing final is owed
Maybe they will all find
Their immortal souls
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:10 AM UTC
Dancing all around the bullseye
And if it all sounded is evil
Me and my morning dew
Will both guess our best
That they’ll never know why
I’m smelling every flower that I’ve passed
The sent is so sweet
I wish it could always last
And I already know
That it already has
When nothing final is owed
Maybe they will all find
Their immortal souls
