Idée Fixe - Methyl Ethel

Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner

You called out to the summer soil

And it’s not that, we’re barely oiled

You crawled back to whip the silence

I climbed up two dozen roses

Each one caught like a Sunday soldier

Hair tied back, I’ve a tendency to lose it

Round the act, you lost your colour

I fired up, was the forceful endue me

Each one like caught the first one soothing

Lies a like I can rock a story

Children’s eyes takes another toll on me

It falls back in the sun’s contusion

I call out, I cannot be foolish

God was right in the first of the cooling

Side wind up, where’s the rest of the loose change?

Well I thought I found God, for the rest of the cool age

Peaceful now but to colour the tulip

Sides rise up for the ones who choose them

Each one bad like the revolution knew this

And I liberate these things is all it is

Yes, I liberate these things that I say