Wish
Gold bell chime, suppertime,
Sing for a win and then swing for a swine,
It's an old, new, what can we do?
Can we see?
Devil cries, tears in her eyes,
Dance to your daddy to cover his lies,
And we'll all go to places we know,
Can we see?
Can we see mythical creatures of yore,
When we stand in the bathroom? Our hands and feet sore,
And we'll wish, hard wishes come true,
And the sweetest of dreams will mean nothing to you.
Fire hot, remnants we've got,
Of the days when the night's secrets meant a lot,
It's a quaint, twee village to me,
Can we see?
Child smile, I'd walk a mile,
To see what you're seeing then wait for a while,
Till the day folds, it's growing cold,
Can we see?
Can we see mythical creatures of yore,
When we stand in the bathroom? Our hands and feet sore,
And we'll wish, hard wishes come true,
And the sweetest of dreams will mean nothing to you.
Well, I'll look back, nutcracker crack,
Acorns and chestnuts all swept in a sack,
And a wench cries, withered and wise,
Can we see?
Farewell friends, children pretend,
That this happy moment has come to an end,
So we'll all go, farewell, tally ho!
Can we see?
Can we see?
So we'll all go, farewell, tally ho!
Can we see?