| Tapioca Tundra |
| One, two, three, four, five Four, Three, two, one, zero... Reason verse of prose or rhyme Lose themselves in all good signs And waiting coats cast silent spells That speak in clouded clues It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you Careful plays on feilds that seem to vanish When they're in between And softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze Midnight looks right, standing more at ease Silouhettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news I cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze Midnight looks right, standing more at ease Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze Midnight looks right, standing more at ease Silouhettes and figures stay Close to what he had to say And one more time a faded dream is saddened by the news It cannot be a part of me For now it's part of you |