Part One: Edweena
Coming onto column nation is a gracious thing
A stirring and a whirring and a broken widower's pain
It's causing easy, ought to just leave a lust alone
But when a friend has shrunken skin, where do you throw the bone?
Do you throw the bone?
Do you throw the bone?
Do you throw the bone?
Do you throw the bone?
The matter that's been spoken to's a fragrant little thing
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring
The matter that's been spoken to's a fragrant little thing
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring
It's open and was known to need a token diamond ring
Investing space without a place
Confusing grace with outer space
To please the breeze, you freeze the seize
Combat disease and bend the knees
And if explicit matters naught
Extend the grin, but don't get caught
Now Uncle Remus, Uncle Remus, where have you been we say?
We saw the end of Uncle mend and turn into, into today
But now they say, "There's room no more
For such a friendly, friendly whore"
But now they say, "There's room no more
For such a friendly whore"
Yes, Easter Island isn't my land coming home once more
But a sentence existing inside of a rhyme
Is only just a token left spoken in time
Can tomorrow be more than the end of today?
Or do posies just bloom for the feel of a May?
Investing space without a place
Confusing grace with outer space
The way is a never for severing two
Beginnings are endings for all but a few
