Southpaw taylor sewing light
Light you swallow so it shines
From your ears
Horns of yellow
Glow of white

We are the stress-keepers
We are the punchingtons
Ready the mercurial flow
Glow!

My silly girl
I stayed too long
I said “come here my darling, it all belongs to you”
Queen of mirth
You played your part
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm

Tragic rover, space time clover
I got secret power in tow
Silver miner, ashtray writer
Give them strife and let them settle

We are the gate-keepers
We are the kickingtons
We got our own style

My silly girl
I stayed too long
I said “come here my darling, it all belongs to you”
Queen of mirth
I strayed too far
You wanna be the storm, then be the storm

You little blue thunder
Throw it away like anything that you don’t need (it’s far away)