Touch the golden dust behind the sky
And not by clever means do anything
Yet never wear a thong, but bounce into a wall of thorns
To be the quite and not scream then envision the dream of wonderment
This to was thongless, yet perfectly silent.
And not by clever means do anything
Yet never wear a thong, but bounce into a wall of thorns
To be the quite and not scream then envision the dream of wonderment
This to was thongless, yet perfectly silent.
