Holy Fool
I could kiss the she-fire
Just like a holy fool
I could never think too much
Just like that holy holy fool
I could see a bright bright future
In the bottom of this coffee cup
I could spring up and down, up
And down
Just like a jet boy out of school
Holy fool
Take me there
Breath the air
I could pick up the pieces
And try to play the rules
I could dig down deeper and
Deeper
Like a holy holy fool
I could think there's no
Judgment
No control, no control, no
I could think the best times ahead
Now
Like a holy fool
Holy fool
Take me there
Breath the air
Kiss the she-fire
Writer/s: Daniel Ash / Doug DeAngelis / Jill Cunniff
