Underage - Sing-Sing

Until the sunlight heals again

We’ll drink to you elusive friend

We’ll fly, we’ll sigh

Way up in the blue suburban sky

You never knew just what I meant

My weird songs came and gladly went

Complete, discreet

Consciousness dissolving in the heat

Dislocation threw up mutiny at times

Running down the hall with madness on our minds

We got to old to celebrate with our own kind

We were not one

Years ago the king was dead

I wonder have you met him yet?

Unseen but clean

Nobody was going to be queen

Complete, discreet

Everyone was dancing at your feet