Mr. My Lord - Adron

Come, of mine

Here for the hell of it

Just stranded in time

But we’re good at this, we feel legit

In doorways of all dimensions

Repose the roses over the light

Some call it heaven

I, I, I just call it «it»

Don’t come to get me

I can see from where I sit

So let me bend my finger to the wind

You get to the point and pull to reel me in

And Mister my Lord

Don’t have to ask what it’s for

In your myriad tomes

All of your answers will unfold

So let me bend my finger to the wind

You get to the point and pull to reel me in