Out with the golden we sew, 
and the lower past that crawls. 
Now, to the doorway [bad word] 
to the girl that's not enough.

Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky. 
In the calm the feather flip the so, of harlot's. All the same. 
And I hope I'm still in love of course, just doesn't listen.

Now, in the passed them again. 
In the dawn then we hurry. 
So, I have gathered to bring, 
and I guess that it never.

Shower's looking, now we're peeking over, I was lucky. 
In the calm the feather flip the so, of harlot's. All the same. 
And I hope I'm still in love of course, just doesn't listen.

You'll be lucky once, when the fall listen to send around. 
When the [bad word]  dry tears from my eyes. 
So [bad word] around as the weather starts to change, 
and you settle in. And the best has yet been made.