Rushing from the sub pump
So the story goes
So the story goes
My mile could not
In my arbor till my ardor trumped
All at once
To vanish on the bow

Color the era
Settling slow
We will see when it gets warm
Balance we won't know
Pump the plumb

Film it, it's historical, my
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
Every inner inertia lump sum