Toy Fight Minute Song
Here I come verse number oneI am a « waiting melody »
only for fans
I've got thirty five seconds to spin around on a chord
And twenty five to be erased, I'm so bored
Of course I build musical machines
I sing along and crumble anagram dances
On the fits, on the starts, on the blanks
But too late, It's the edge and I sink
It's just a minute song walking for hours
On a long long year lost in september
Two musical images on a gap in time
Sliding and hanging around and around and around
Now where does the chorus city disappeared
With its flaming people sheding dixieland tears
Its flags waving on a Big Ben hour
Popsun drinking just to feel like a flower
Here it's just a lonely suburb
A line to cross, a line to disturb
The second slice of dawn where no one dances
Before a pityful bridge not better than two pences
It's just a minute song walking for hours
On a long long year lost in september
Two musical images on a gap in time
Sliding and hanging around and around and around
