You can spend the whole quinoa Open up your origins so you can find the lord again Just please don't hoard again Dreams of a treasure trove It's really just kite strings White denim raver clothes Turtlenecks and flannel coats Parts of oak, drift boats Mad films by Glenn Close too
The cycles of the seasons change I'm turning into shards of clay I haven't had the perfect time yet I'm betting on myself again I'm betting on myself again
Mad films with Glenn Close Thanks to the Jubilee all debts have been cleared Let's go celebrate, buy something expensively weird It's like bells on bobsleds keeping me up late A four year affair with a woman named irate Ringing in my ear like how the hell can I germinate, we should just terminate What's the wait, what's the mate? Rather be glutenous, than have a long long great time
The cycles of the seasons change I'm turning into shards of clay It hasn't been the perfect time yet I'm betting on myself again I'm betting on myself again
The cycles of the seasons change I'm turning into shards of clay It hasn't been the perfect time yet I'm betting on myself again I'm betting on myself again
The cycles of the seasons change I'm turning into shards of clay It haven't had the perfect time yet I'm betting on myself again I'm betting on myself again
And cycles of the seasons change She will not fly on aero plane