Simon Three

How do you know, what people feel, in their bones, that splintered smile, walked by the sea, they’ll catch the life, don’t have to show, unlock the key, of your cigarette glow, why seek the child, in mountain streams, steer clear of strife, what's left to bestow, from other dreams, stuff you’ve sown, such a long time ago, to live without a bean, see each morning rise, the hand of fame now, is not all it seems, you don’t have to bow, to all your schemes.