she rumbles and tumbles down…,
a whirlwind of forgotten dreams,
a staircase of lost and found,
hmmm, I wonder - me…,
the wanderer (scapegoat),
and some crumbles of foreign…,
just a touch, a small, small,
now it calls as a fish to the land,
mouth open/close…, fiery chasm,
Da Soul,
and a little bit of that sweet,
sweet pain relief…,
down the drain, (water) -
splish-splash,
and a few musky n cute…,
gentlemen, maybe,
and, and, and away we go,
they were angels from there…,
from then,
a sweet, mmm,
so sweet pain relief.
