Idée Fixe

Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner
 You called out to the summer soil and
 It's not that we're barely oiled
 You crawled back to whip the silence
 I climbed up two dozen roses
 Each one caught, like a Sunday soldier
 Hair tied back, I've a tendancy to lose it
 Round the act, you lost your colour.
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 I fired up, was the forceful endue me
 Each one line caught the first one soothing
 Lies alike, I can rock a story
 Children's eyes takes another toll on me
 Wind falls back, in the sun's contusion
 I call out, I cannot be foolish
 I was right in the first of the cooling
 Side wind up, where's the rest of the loose change?
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 Well I thought I found out, for the rest of the good age
 Peace worn out, but to colour the tulip
 Sides rise up for the ones who choose them
 Each one bad, like the revolution knew this
 And I liberate these things it's all it is
 Yes I liberate these things, that I say.