Bauhaus Undone
Undone you say
As if a sorry thing
If there was an undoing
Of you to be
What cause to bring
An opening heart
A craven soulless ring
A valencian bell
No passing of the lote tree
Undone and away with you
You long road wither flaunt
Your pearls bouncing plasticine
A knowledge ever to haunt
No passing of the lote tree
