(2) Hot water makes tea, you steam up with soliloquies
ghostly moving through the locked gates
you spill suddenly, I am standing on the ground
pondering the make-up of your soap box
Why do you talk so fast?
Rivers always get where they are going.
as you reverberate through the locked gates
Oil makes black top, I am standing on the ground
pondering the make-up of your soap box
Why do you talk so fast?
Rivers always get where they are going.
