If you want to say of someone the something that they lack
But don’t know yet
And if you want to be of nothing the nothing that you ask
Then let it out
Or if there was a way, if there was a way
To be the holy ghost
And if there was a name, if there was a name
That would hold them back
Don’t get lost
The seeing of the seven pillars is just a waste of time
When time’s enough
The seething of a million children says nothing of the past
In their Daddy’s eyes
Go and gone away, gone and here to stay
For a camel ride
Go and gone away, go and gone insane
Like the camel’s ass
Curried goat
No one spoke
Awkward he mustered out of the custard a line for a joke
Daydream is sending all of the mending that was broke
Coastline is calling out to a dry wall, ‘Hold your own’!
Season is needing nothing worth reading, nothing of note
So we call it out, one by one
Count it off, count alone
Broadside was bleeding, no one was heeding his call
Outward appearing inward deceasing
O, Lord!
Is not here
Or there
If there was something that we could pull off!
A jumper, a toadstool, a ring or a cough
If there was nothing that we could get off on
On! On!