Makeweight stuffs the hay day
I am a numb laze
With cuts and bruises
Stuck in my ways, getting messy
In the sunlight of midwinter
Looking for Cupid, speaking Doric
I\'m rhombic, I said, \"Deoch an doris!\"
Went on a pilgrimage
Wore droplets of sunshine
Like I was opulent and owned everything
The river flowed in slow motion
It was mandatory behaviour
In the middling
Wireless
I yearned for the wondrous
Thinking of things to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I\'ve got nowhere to go
Hope the light leads me to the end of the road
In the sapling\'s bole, on arable land
The sky dashes in Morse as an exemplar of the perfect honeymoon
Muscat and rose petals are spread around in the hotel room
The oxymoron has rosy red cheeks
Liverwort and tamarind
I\'m wearing my shield
Thinking of things to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah.