Breathe in breathe out your contradictions Breathe in breathe out your words of fiction Breathe in breathe out you say, ?but not on my time.? Says I
There's a fountain full of ashes And a snake beneath the grasses And he's asking everybody What makes them melancholy These are strange days! My language is patois Philosophy
Mr. Mercury, (U.S. patent No. 55453xx54), a cast iron steam machine, Made the morning tea for the Admiral Gabardine Went out on an errand but came back
My head is floating like a rock in a riverbed Today, the Vapours came and took my mind away, like an angel. I look in the mirror and say "Does anyone
Yesterday morning upon my waking Inside my pocket, I found a calling card It said in cursive "Meta-detective" And had a number I didn't recognize It
Underwater in a submarine He smokes a cigarette and blows th? steam He navigates though th? deep blue sea All by his lonesome-no company Mainwaring
(Cameo...cameo) There! There you are! There again... Staring through the screen when the lights are dim I wonder why you are there Oh wait, I saw
Is it called a crime if I play with time? All the shame it brings, it changes everything! [x2] Time delay Synchrionicity Is all in disarray From another
They say you died in your sleep From a poison vapour leak in 1917 You were only 23 The time I saw you last was in a piece of glass When you moved across
"I'm thinking we're shrinking," said the lady to her darling. "But the word is getting and my patience is getting thin. I'm guessing it's pressing that