Sit back and these days remember my ways
Lets sail across a summer day
On a glass bottom boat
You can take a locket and I will feel the clouds
That worked well.
I like tender's gaps, it makes it seem like an oddly structured poem.
He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Choke on myself for you
I gave my last chance to you
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Boy with a coin that he found in the weeds
The river flows, it flows to the sea
Under my thumb
I'm the ministry of death
We get some rules to follow
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, I feel free
In the white room with black curtains
Instant karma's gonna get you
Words fall from our mouths
It's a marvelous night for a moondance
When I was a child my family would travel
A long time ago, yeah, before you was born, dude
River, take me along in your sunshine
Have you seen the old man
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp
What did I ever do to you?