Hollow Bones
This boy got bug-eyed
And sometimes he misunderstand
And when he go and stretch his wing
He’s breaking things and raised his hand
Like it were the Moses man
Full of God, full of plan
Stop, eyes pop and stumbles down
Grazed gaze tears tears
Who does what it find in here?
What is it want?
This boy got mono-browed
Stereo soft and mono loud
And sometime he take controls
Steering steady to
That path he do not know
And when he go and show his strength
They breaking him
And raised his hand
Like he is the preacher man
Born again, but now and then
February 2009 Derek Wilson
Oh, YEAH.
Best thing I’ve seen all day, or week. Longer.
Love it, love it, love it.
–Pearl
Thanks for both your comments Pearl, I really appreciate them.