Sinking Sun - Strange Bones

Growl the precious songs of security

Howl the ominous poems of maturity

For what it’s worth what is right what is wrong

Grow up earn money grow sour grow wrong

One last toke on your cigarette

The perfect metaphor that’s racking up your line of Kay it’s not okay

It’s okay it’s not okay

This wonderlands a wreck

Rabbit takes me home

Somebody shake me oh

Soon be done

The sinking sun

I don’t know where this begun

Rabbit takes me home

Somebody shake me oh

Soon be done

The sinking sun is you my dear

Please give me some excitement to run with

One more in the tray another night I lay

Sea turns to a pond I wish the days away

Then ask for them back

An impossible way to amuse the fair in my head

The rides are broken and the clowns are all dead

Do not extinguish your spark of madness

This temporary sadness is golden