Baffle Trim Legs Lyrics

He followed her fathoms with dillberry sight

Through algae unending she called for defense

The moistness of foyers had clung to her cries

He followed her fathoms with dillberry sight

The raven tree flourished as cities grew gaunt

He gardened a courtyard of high brick walls

The insects were meeker and usually died

Their pleurums ceased function and poll pollination slowed

Sublime, your interventions

Priests have set-up special sections

For some to watch but not be seen

When cloaked they are more mean

He wrangled the mushrooms with Wickersham string

She choked on an olive and dirtied her wings

The dankness of alleys was held in her cries

He watched from the doorways with bedlinen eyes

The folly of paupers in broad breath regaled

He tripped on a divot and fell on a nail

She ran from the sirens with high piercing cries

In Cadbury coffins she buried their lies