Salad days aren't balanced
Laughter from below
As the conversations flow
And the bark that I traced
For to reach my final place
Estranges me
Happily (there's no use fearing what you said)
In a tree (it's all just the fuel on fire)
The fire beneath (and time will waste you anyway)
Bites at me
Quail thighs grilled on both sides
There's a young man holding tongs
As the party sings along
To the song that I wrote
Of a pharaoh on a boat
But between the howls lie whispers
They hum like faint transistors
And conspire to light the cinders
Burn the tree for all to witness
Curtains for a salem sister
Happily (we heard you on the radio)
Up a tree (you're trapped right above the pyre)
As the fire beneath (just pray the rain will come to pass)
Creeps up to me
Oh, as the leaves (there's no use fearing what you said)
Bend and breathe (it's all just the fuel on fire)
Ain't it plain to see (and time will waste you anyway)
Oh, yeah, that’s what summer’s for
