Vells Little Yellow Moon
One, two; one, two, three, four...
All you conceive of is self
Don't know nobody no
Like the line
Of a fell down failure
Race in the morning you'll tell
If you can see for to score
A lasting more
Small but the measures are large
You can taste only pride
With the pleasures in charge
Of all seen
Sweep like the scope of an arm
A million wide
They teem and tie
Still we try and lie and cry
Noting time and the pain
Come alive you sigh
A spry but stumbling gain
With a me my my
A gift for the bye bye babe
Color me tie tie
On the wrong side of the bay
All you conceive of is self
Don't know nobody no
Like the line
Of a fell down failure
Race in the morning you'll tell
If you can see for to score
A lasting more
So small but the measures are large
You can taste only pride
With the pleasures in charge
Of all seen
Sweep like the scope of an arm
A million wide
They teem and tie
Still we try and lie and cry
Noting time and the pain
Come alive you sigh
A spry but stumbling gain
With a me my my
A gift for the bye bye babe
Color me tie tie
On the wrong side of the bay
