The Butter

That old routine

Is a lucid dream

The water runs away

But the moonlight stays the same

That old routine

Is a lucid dream

The water runs away

But the moonlight stays the same

Let the telephone ring

The pot boil over, the cows come in

A hook on a line and a fish on a string

The water’s nice but I don’t want to swim

I just want to sit right here and exist in the world you’re in

I just want to make more time, but the time just runs away

But the time don’t mean so much now our spirits grow each day

And I know you just want peacе to catch my fall

I’ve been running down a road when I nevеr even learnt to crawl

A precious mind, a precious soul, a precious jewel

To be refined with knowledge and love most of all

To be refined with knowledge and love most of all

Love most of all

That old routine

Is a lucid dream

The water runs away

But the moonlight stays the same

That old routine

Is a lucid dream

The water runs away

But the moonlight stays the same