Today was a pretty day
It made my blue sky
That much bluer in its shade as it would say
Why would I be grey
It's so unexciting
And my palette just won't give up the space
Throw me a bone
And I'll fetch it for you
With devotion to no notions of my own
That's a dangerous game
A pea at odds
With the pod from which he came but can't remain
Set your sights on secret saviours
Little do they know
Dig your holes too close to neighbours
Strange behaviours start to show
If a line is round
Should it be straightened
And put back in the order it was found
Just because it's round
A change of process
Character killed off
Lines worn out
Set your sights on secret saviours
Little do they know
Dig your holes too close to neighbours
Strange behaviours start to show
Be careful curtain follows
Falling to the floor
Just beware the sky is the limit
Strange behaviours are no more
Leave me until the love you feel comes streaming down your face
Far across the openness of thoughtlessness there is no in-between
What it is is what it will be
