\"Turn around,
tell me more.
Was that all they could say?
See I was bound by green
dra
gon
flies.\"
\"Were they stood,
unashamed?
Did the moon eat the sky,
and the grass,
turn into brown lead?\"
\"Were they wheeling,
clad carts,
full of silver and gold?
Did the river roll up
a
dull
sigh?\"
\"Had you point,
to the sky,
they would never believe,
your tin-top-boots ran through the night.\"
\"Don\'t look that way, with your hair tied back:
How could I have known?
You know I can\'t guess.
I gave it my best.\"
\"So take your hands,
from your face.
Was that all they could say?
See I was born on a doves
fair
est
wing.\"
\"Were they stood,
unconcerned,
as the moon eat the sky?
And did the grass, turn into brown lead?\"
, \"Were they trading,
en-route,
passing poverties dupes?
Did the mountains
wail
the
blues?\"
\"Had you struck,
with a word,
they would never believe,
your jaded-shades cast them away.\"
\"Don\'t look that way, towards the door:
How could I have known?
You know I can\'t guess.
I gave it my best,
So before I go lay
I hope that you\'ll stay.\"