One, two, three, four.
Carrier, heavily guarded, high down the park, the siege by thickest storms and thieves as far as both your atlas eyes can see.
Legions of fleet flamin' robbers compete for your bother with jobs that have yielded to gravity.
Oh, it's a sight to see.
Oh, Sophia, won't you keep an empty space the size of a man between the ashes and the wind?
Oh, Sophia, my time is free and I am no split on passing over, but I am crazy, crazy over.
Swung for the wide picket fences and the competition was relentless, I can't dream of reasons that would justify his claim.
But you came out alive, breathing and wise, ready to thrive under the pressure, no less is the hardest part of parting hearts.
Oh, Sophia, won't you keep an empty space the size of a man between the ashes and the wind?
Oh, Sophia, my time is free and I am no split on passing over, but I am crazy, crazy over.
You will set this town on fire, won't you, won't you?
You will set this town on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire.
Oh, Sophia, won't you keep an empty space the size of a man between the ashes and the wind?
Oh, Sophia, my time is free and I am no split on passing over, but I am crazy, crazy over.
