Grass

I don't mind if she doesn't make sense. It would just be nice to see her. I dream of paragliding. Should quit our jobs? And get the best sparkle stuff. Every day I pray. Lovely, If we go Together. It would be nice. Don't think twice and walk. At least You're good on your grounds. And She lost her taste for it. Some things I don't learn. A string of beads, a crumb on her lip. I love everything that you do. His memories fade And begin to disappear. It's fairy lore, Cows from out the mist. Lovely, If we go Together. Would be nice. Don't think twice about When you hold my hand. And you're on your grounds. Some things lure, Some things lure. I Held a piece of ice, I shed in her Hands. And I shouted out an apology, And I felt like a twat. And then I heard the track of Naked Stone. Where the gray she used to be, Her eyes filled with tears. The glacier feeds the river. She said the river feeds the lake. Which plants grow from ash? Paraglider, Like a Hoover or a Flymo. Cut up to be like an instrument. Doo doo, Doo Doo doo. Doo Doo doo.