As bloody as the moon too funny too soon
Could swoon but instead it’s ok
To get a kind of apathy that only you could wrap with ease
And give it to us on holiday
And under all the scrutiny as moody as you too can be
This mutiny is barely a phase
So pray tell say you’ll crack the gate
For a break in the way it’s arranged
So long to the notion of gentle gesticulation
The salt in the air is a prayer you can taste
Take my hand and give it to the parrots and the picketers
You wouldn’t want it if it was gold,
So you plant it in a soil of clay and oil
And it’s clear the more the water boils
The longer that position would hold
And then you cried into a river
Cause you heard it in a song
But it didn’t feel better
If not plenty wrong
So give it away, give it a day, or string it along
So long to the notion of gentle gesticulation
The salt in the air is a prayer you can taste
