Saturday, 17 December 2011

Free

I saw you mitting fitting pitting
Your mind against the mighty foe that ain't there
Ain't it due for some scare
I saw you wrestle in the dark
In you park of indigo delights
And Alice she danced there too
And it ain't a case of wasting
Mine or anybody else's favorite trials
Feel the need so good it bleeds
Come on in for some clues
And when I find my rune
Encrusted with the sun and moon
And you'll be there and you'll barely see
Look at me a head of gourd
I'll take what I can afford
But the flowers
They are for free
I danced with you beneath
A transcendental moon halo of a rainbow
Feel the need so good it bleeds
Come on in for some clues
So ride from your far country
Ride the lion and drink honey
And you're free
You're free

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