All the poems Of my neighbors That drift across the sand
Are just the tendrils Of a vast But gentle plant which they command
The headdress Of a goddess You wore the night we came
Is only One small symptom And really not to blame
You're riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Heaven Sent the mortals Ranged upon the wall
And likewise All the missiles Shot to make them fall
Effortlessly Moving Picture into frame
Riding a tiger Riding a tiger Riding a tiger
Over the bleachers Into the sky Into the reach of some Cool goodbye
Key grip was crying Best boy was me Here in the sheltered knollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.