A fine gard with pleased and, oh it's true
His life don't despise what's in eyes
Oh, and you're a lone shadow
Again, ahead
Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
Smile and face your wife angry
And I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
And I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
Motions aren't in the shape that emotions are
And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light
He skips so as the seasons to come as a breeze has
Good morning myth to somebody I call in light
Again, ahead
Hill can't comfort the brain, he must come as he was
And I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh
We'll rust, our nose dust
