Cold Night For Alligators Art
Hate, takes many forms, like the, vicious, little black bird, and its dead son
Yesterday, ideas were formed, and then buried - There's the tide revealing landscapes
And then it vanishes, it's the interpretation of art
Sending waves right back at you
Unfair quotes, assembled the worst in you, surfer
You get what you give, so please foster lovers
Won't you show the world the wisdom of yours, choose to believe in the common man
Please don't waste your words, do not hide, reveal. You will be tasting the rivers of the world. Let me hold you thoughts, in my hands
Please don't waste your words, You will be tasting the rivers of the world, let me hold your thoughts
