Statues

	So goodnight my dear
	Hope youe feeling well
	Hope youre feeling very clear
	In this song and rhyme
	Thoughts of changes that
	Keep ourselves intact
	And yes
	It hard to fake but I faltering
	In the steps I about to take
	I am sure it true
	What is all for me is much the same to you
	If all the statues in the world
	Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
	Would they be kind enough to comfort me
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free
	So we wait and see
	How this backward chapter reads
	In verse inadvertently
	And it feels like fading light
	But that all that left
	Only what left is right
	If all the statues in the world
	Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
	Would they be kind enough to comfort me
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free
	Jumping from a balloon
	A carried aloft by a parachute in June
	Twisting round and round
	Well I hope the ground is what you find
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free

	So goodnight my dear
	Hope you e feeling well
	Hope your e feeling very clear
	In this song and rhyme
	Thoughts of changes that
	Keep ourselves intact
	And yes
	It hard to fake but I faltering
	In the steps I about to take
	I am sure it true
	What is all for me is much the same to you
	If all the statues in the world
	Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
	Would they be kind enough to comfort me
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free
	So we wait and see
	How this backward chapter reads
	In verse inadvertently
	And it feels like fading light
	But that all that left
	Only what left is right
	If all the statues in the world
	Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
	Would they be kind enough to comfort me
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free
	Jumping from a balloon
	A carried aloft by a parachute in June
	Twisting round and round
	Well I hope the ground is what you find
	The setting sun is set in stone
	And it remains for me alone
	To carve my own and set it free