And never never look ahead A pitchfork of a destination Submerged in a sea of red These nightmares never go away Still bound by chains of self decay To simply
Flowers and flames, flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on
of the 1930s And now when we speak about complexion We move into (???) of where y'all comin from Yeah, red boned, variety covered genie in a bottle lookin
a ghost. GRANTAIRE Some wine and say what's going on! MARIUS A ghost you say... a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me One minute there, and
and flames, flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head
connect mics and sound cables We sat down to divise a scheme And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green Forever I'm a vandal,
look as if you've seen a ghost. GRANTAIRE Some wine and say what's going on! MARIUS A ghost you say... a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me