Marigold - Pinkshinyultrablast

This rain has eaten the day rushing around folks

Fopping up grey domes above

The withering crowds rhyme the lonesome and grim

Clouds are all melting down, fall apart

Asked you, come see me again, take the earliest train

Marigolds in your hands, I want you to be here my friend

The mist creeped from the east stepped

Down and walked in settled on low trees

The grove all in the haze nothing but

Your face’s seen through this fog’s veils

Asked you, come see me again, take the earliest train

Marigolds in your hands, I want you to be here my friend