| Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups | |
| That tie around a figure that was planted in the snow. | |
| And often is the case that you have set yourself | |
| Specific goals you spaz out in mid sentence and you | |
| Mind is gripped in fear. | |
| Fear | |
| I know you're board, | |
| Lets take a walk. | |
| We'll bring the dog, | |
| Dear | |
| Be resolute, be forthright, be indicative of all that's | |
| Black and futuristic sea creatures that | |
| Nibble at your toe. | |
| A patch of blue, a patch of dirt, a patch of prime, a | |
| Patch of white, a path through time | |
| That's held like that because you're board | |
| Board | |
| We're better off, | |
| Well shake that cough, | |
| It's not so bad, | |
| Ok, it's worse. | |
| So keep your bread and mandolins, your fiddles and | |
| Kept up with those you love because the benefits are | |
| Great. | |
| The rinse you find the path you grind distorted like a | |
| Condiment or feisty cast of characters, de facto , sans | |
| Secure. | |
| If god begat the Mormon into laymen into brethren | |
| Into birthdays into cardinals, and liars. | |
| Don't take it off | |
| Pleases leave it on | |
| There is a place | |
| I have a twitch | |
| There is a moustache | |
| There is a cap | |
| There is a wreck | |
| There is a house, What's wrong with that |