Volob

Ah yes spoken true And wise alibi With third eye wild Gypsy O mysterious ways I miss – miss you tug my hair Last night tug myself It not the same Flower Day! How is it you name it? Yet you it talk to in a loving way Make it Spin. Boxing about Hare with boxing paws Tail on big feet I am flame to moth heron bat rat Hare with boxing paws Flame it is to moth It not the same O Flower Moon! Your petals floated to the Earth oh too soon But the memory of Your silvery moon Like a flame to moth Spoken true. We make our own bliss Don’t we share mizz? I know yes do I too When you I miss. In the night sweetness Sweep you asleep Sweet sleeps Sweep you away Sea a-sway now Oh yeah spoken true And wise alibi With third eye wild It not the same O Flower Day! How is it you name it? Yet you it talk to in a loving way Make it spin flower moon Your petals floated to the Earth oh too soon But the memory of Your silvery bloom Flame it is to moth heron Bat rat hare with a boxing paw How is it you name it? Yet you it talk to in a loving way Your petals floated to the Earth oh too soon