Salad days aren't balanced
Laughter from below
While the conversations flow
And the bark that I traced
For to reach my final place
Estranges me
Happily (There's no one fearing what you said)
In a tree (It's all just the food on fire)
The fire beneath (In time I'll wake you anyway)
Bites at me
Quail thighs grilled on both sides
There's a young man holding tongs
As the party moves along
To the song that I wrote
Of a pharaoh on a boat
But between the howls lie whispers
They burn like faint transitions
And conspire to light the cinders
Burn the tree for all to witness
Curtains for a Salem Sister
Happily (We heard you on the radio)
Up a tree (You're trapped right above the pyre)
As the fire beneath (You'll pray the rain will come to pass)
Creeps up to me
Oh so salad leaves (Ain't no one fearing what you said)
Bend and breath (It's all just the food on fire)
Ain't it plain to me, oh yeah (In time I'll wake you anyway)
That's what summer's for
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