My stumbling rolls forth
In this constant nonsense
This endless fool charade
My unspoken love parade
And now I try to count to eight
To sleight off observes
And dance before that gelatin softness
At the lower edge of your eye
To my left, puzzles to confuse
Those that consider that last part when
My stumbling rolls forth
In this constant nonsense
This endless fool charade
An unspoken love parade
On the day that I noticed you
When you touched my left elbow
The one that was closest to your
Eye and it was my eye then caught
Upon that electric shock from your
Touch. I found my elbow cured
And salted mansion enhanced,
You have that candy giving squirrel
And I know life left the truth
On you, the heaviness of a perfect
Bleak shadow, of a conveyance,
You wear it all so well
Beautiful, beautiful eyes a veil
You do that number well, its my end.
My stumbling rolls forth
In this constant nonsense at the end
All directions changed just end
Excuses to be near you again
I knew one day it would end
all those fears of such end
came to pass and I live now in them
a fool in love to the end.
This endless fool charade
That dance I do, the simple stand,
A nervous smile, or leaning hesitation,
An anxious twist in a love parade.
I can't sleep because you exist
And merely I know there may be
A vision. You were a vision every Monday.
And that's what's hidden underneath
Leslie in numbers and scrambled phrases of
Surrealistic shifted word games.
This endless fool charade
My unspoken love parade
And now I try to count to eight
To sleight off observes
And dance before that gelatin softness
At the lower edge of your eye
To my left, puzzles to confuse
Those that consider that last part when
My stumbling rolls forth
In this constant nonsense
This endless fool charade
An unspoken love parade
On the day that I noticed you
When you touched my left elbow
The one that was closest to your
Eye and it was my eye then caught
Upon that electric shock from your
Touch. I found my elbow cured
And salted mansion enhanced,
You have that candy giving squirrel
And I know life left the truth
On you, the heaviness of a perfect
Bleak shadow, of a conveyance,
You wear it all so well
Beautiful, beautiful eyes a veil
You do that number well, its my end.
My stumbling rolls forth
In this constant nonsense at the end
All directions changed just end
Excuses to be near you again
I knew one day it would end
all those fears of such end
came to pass and I live now in them
a fool in love to the end.
This endless fool charade
That dance I do, the simple stand,
A nervous smile, or leaning hesitation,
An anxious twist in a love parade.
I can't sleep because you exist
And merely I know there may be
A vision. You were a vision every Monday.
And that's what's hidden underneath
Leslie in numbers and scrambled phrases of
Surrealistic shifted word games.
The world fades in word vaporization,
Vipers in distinguished disintegration,
They hold themselves to their expectation,
Left of nowhere, no amelioration.
Leslie your eyes looked down
As the sunlight bathed your crown,
It's a memory at the center
Of my drowning. Drowning down in.
The endless fool charade. Shunned.