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. 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? 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.