Mr Violin, I love you
From a treetop, in a fishknot
I was high on my own big thoughts
What if the sun drops
What if my heart stops
Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
with your bent bo
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats
For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on
To the burning ring
Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats
Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habbit
Banked on your magic
For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on
to the burning ring
Every crooked tooth
Kept our lips from truth
I had almost survived
And so did you
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me