Lara

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, to gurgle with the rain, go and mend a fuse, work at what we've blown. it will come again soon, don't care what it takes, at supper ask for bones, search for ways tp pay, forget what is our due, no constant need to show, a party ship of fools, we always walk in State, spit upon the ground, consider what remains, no one sees us lose, whether up or down, run better on low fuel, summer's here again, gives us all we know, bounty to our grace, resting in the shallows.