I hope, I plead
This reaches someone soon - before this head becomes nobody much later.
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place.
We f***, like tides, while Father City smokes up Mother Countryside leaves her giggling leaves.
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place.
The blitz is in the grandkids now, with elders feeling so left out.
This reaches someone soon - before this head becomes nobody much later.
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place.
We f***, like tides, while Father City smokes up Mother Countryside leaves her giggling leaves.
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place.
The blitz is in the grandkids now, with elders feeling so left out.