Steve Cradock Beware Of Falling Rocks
I got an inkling a feeling you won’t
You think I’m half a man and half a goat
Excuse me can’t you see
I sprung the spring for you
I can’t let go
It’s not that simple vows are not unknown
But I know or will be shown
To assume the weight of mythology
The story’s a song when it’s written so beautifully
It takes my hand as it comes
And explores the new state of the world
While the real world falls
Out of the arms who should hold
So beware of falling rocks
As in view from Richmond hill we know
Thro’ Turner’s eyes it’s kinda set in stone
The beauty just unfolds
The spring I sprung for you it can’t let go
I got an inkling a feeling you know
Come to me it’s all free
To assume the weight of mythology
The story’s a song when it’s written so beautifully
It takes my hand as it comes
And explores the new state of the world
While the real world falls
Out of the arms
Who should hold
So beware of falling rocks
