Okay, whenever you're at home.
Okay, whenever you're at home.
It's cold as a clear blue stream.
Flowing like a fountain.
And I knew I'm not teetering, but it still was unforeseen.
And my roots remain unguarded.
And the water cool and clean, so I consume the thing.
And I knew at once the curse it would bring.
My height, sweet north, sweet as real.
I cry and I will, this one song to thee.
So I wet myself and I'm smitten.
A lot of letters, I lay smitten.
And on their deathbeds cried a north, which one had to die.
Once dangled, now gnarled, it all leads to suspicion.
As I go weak and withered, it is you, my old bride, who stays young.
My height, sweet north, sweet as real.
I cry and I will, this one song to thee.
My height, sweet north, sweet as real.
I cry and I will, this one song to thee.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
And so my day,
may pass with little change.
No clones or bones decay, except the blind me and the ring sign.
And no night to soothe the dark.
