Platonic Rate

Military bliss
 Shamens in your shoes
 Dollar tambourines
 Fall in the stream blue and green
 Turn the summer over
 Let me feel too much
 Then all that energy could not guarantee
 Hawking talking rust
 Kicking up the dust
 Goldrush is the air
 Spilling everywhere hidden virtue
 Turn the summer over
 Let me feel too much
 Then all that energy could not guarantee
 Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song
 Carry on
 Military bliss ALT VRSE: never knew someone
 Shavings in the food who won't know who you are
 Dollar tambourines driving in my car
 You fall in the stream in too deep fantasies finding their fusions
 Turn the summer over turn the summer over
 Let me feel too much let me feel too much
 Then all that energy could not guarantee then all that energy could not shake the freeze
 Take a seat and fall asleep and sing my little song
 Carry on