Meandering Minds

October 18, 2015

My imagination

Has gone to many places

Where no mans

Dared to step foot before

Ignore the temptations

And paint your clay faces

Then melt yourself down

To see if you've got a core

Meandering minds

Got plenty of time

And the moon don't listen

Can't see you kiss him

Yeah meandering minds

Got plenty of time

And the moon don't listen

Can't see you kiss him

And the dahlias bloom

Fresh in the night sky

Stirring up the wind

That makes your veins feel right

Hurry up and

Absolve yourself of critique

Take a breathe of fire

Find cover in it's mystique

Meandering minds

Got plenty of time

And the moon don't listen

Can't see you kiss him

Yeah meandering minds

Got plenty of time

And the moon don't listen

Can't see you kiss him

And the dusty roses

Form a wreathe on your head

Pretty little babies

Don't know that they are dead

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