For my little comaniche
Maybe living perhaps in peace
Now maybe it's the other way around
One day he'll be golden
That sees the red lights at the end of town
My little girl on her mother's lap
(My little comaniche)
Perhaps in peace
Halfway up is halfway down
One day they'll be older
(My little panchen lama)
Colors leaping all over the mat
Sucking on her fingers, surveying the road map
One day she'll be moonlight
My little panchen lama
Maybe chosen perhaps to lead
Fist of stone flying above the yard
One day they'll be older
One day they'll be rising
(My little Basquiat)
Maybe taken perhaps to bleed
Maybe bolder perhaps than me
My big girl swinging from the bars
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs
One day they'll be rising
One day he'll be shaken
Maybe living perhaps in peace
The kitchen floor is where it's at
(My little comaniche)
Seems to be the only one around
Maybe ground down, perhaps she'll cry
(My little panchen lama)
(My little comaniche)
Maybe bolder perhaps than me
One day she'll be found out
(My little panchen lama)
(My little Basquiat)
Maybe too bright perhaps to shine
For my little Basquiat
Perhaps in peace
