Idée Fixe

Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner

You called out to the summer soil and

It's not that we're barely oiled

You crawled back to the whip the silence

I climbed up two dozen roses

Each one caught, like a Sunday soldier

Hair tied back, I've a tendency to lose it

Round the act, you lost your color

I slide up, was the forceful enduring

Each one line caught the first one soothing

Lies alike, I can rock a story

Children's eyes takes another toll on me

Wind falls back, in the sun's contusion

I call out, I cannot be foolish

I was right in the first of the cooling

Side wind up, where's the rest of the loose change?

Well I thought I found out, for the rest of the good age

Peace worn out, but to color the tulip

Sides rise up for the ones who choose them

Each one bad, like the revolution knew this

And I liberate these things, it's all it is

Yes, I liberate these things that I say