Spaces - Kuinka

Shadows seem far away, to be seen so soon

We are all just cast always, stranded on this sand swept dune

My lover wrote to me, said everything is fine

Something about it seemed foreign, she ain’t no friend of mine

Why don’t you hide it where the children won’t find it

And the priest won’t think to look, too

Standing on the rock while the old folks talk

And then you’re tryin' to get the milkman screwed

In search of an original, an original mind

Is there any such thing as precious, or one of a kind?

Crosses on the wall hadn’t crossed your mind

Instad the passage of colors leads to our passionat times

Why don’t you hide it where the children won’t find it

And the priest won’t think to look, too

Standing on the rock while the old folks talk

And then you’re tryin' to get the milkman screwed

Soft like silk, smooth like barley wine

Everybody’s either breaking up, or getting married in the nick of time

We got soaked in the rain, slept in someone else’s bed

We couldn’t keep from being close and I couldn’t keep from hitting my head

Why don’t you hide it where the children won’t find it

And the priest won’t think to look, too

Standing on the rock while the old folks talk

And then you’re tryin' to get the milkman screwed