Southpaw taylor sewing light
light you swallow so it shines,
from your ears
horns of yellow,
glow of white.
We are the stress-keepers
We are the punchingtons.
Ready the mercurial flow
GLOW!
My silly girl
I stayed too long
I said "Come here my darling, it all belongs to you"
Queen of mirth
You played your part
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm
Tragic rover, space time clover
I got secret power in tow.
Silver miner, ashtray writer
Give them strife and let them settle
We are the Gate-keepers
We are the Kickingtons
We got our own style
My silly girl
I stayed too long
I said "Come here my darling, it all belongs to you"
Queen of mirth
I strayed too far
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm
You little blue thunder,
throw it away like anything that you don't need. (It's far away)