Current mood:
breezy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
if pickles could fly
then who am i
if dogs could sing
then when do you ring
if daisys were tall
how did i fall
and if love were a spring
we would all be able to sing
take me to the highest joint
bring me to the lowest
sting
use your heart just to
point
and use your eyes as a
picture frame
show the meaning of dark and
right
be the starry to my night
hound the round robins tale
be the brown fox’s ale
never question the unexpected
only imagine the unprotected.
take me to the highest
joint
bring me to the lowest
sting
use your heart just to point
and use your eyes as a picture
frame
if up were sideways
and never was wrong
if blatently obvious
was a green tailed frog
if i hadnt even
laid eyes on you
who would there be
to be there with true
sometimes i thought i
might show you how
but just for the now
take me to the highest joint
bring me to the lowest sting
use your heart just to point
and use your eyes as a picture
frame