It comes anyway in the end
Ode to that special bliss
The warm summer floods me
With no need for winter
For in cheer to summers romp
To wade into for something
Funny
We need to dance
Dance poetry and release
The stupid faults which
Keep us down deep.
It comes anyway in the end
Ode to that special bliss
The warm summer floods me
With no need for winter
For in cheer to summers romp
To wade into for something
Funny
We need to dance
Dance poetry and release
The stupid faults which
Keep us down deep.