FFRW 32 Pale Blue Side B

What I want
Mornings to the winter and afternoons to the summer
Home spun desperation's knowing
Inside your cover's always blown
Bougainvilleas bloom and wind
Be careful mind the strangle vines
No one can save the pure of the brave
There's a lot of souls
Ain't drinking from the well locked in a factory
What a season to be beautiful without a reason
I set off running to wake from the dream
My brother's rifle went into the sheen
Life is whittled Life's a riddle
Man's a fiddle that life plays on
I had a plate of Marmite soldiers
Washed down with a cappuccino
I've lived my life sometimes pretending
The world is fine No one is needing
Down in my soul I hear you calling
I'll pick you I'll take you
I admit he said I did it I'll play the fool
I know, by the look in your eyes it's time to go
We rub our legs like crickets
Kicking cans and stones Make it electric
I've got to know I'm still alive
The blind can go get dekcuf Lie beside the ditch
This halo 'round my neck Has torn out every stitch
The bills are gonna rob me tomorrow
That's why I need my ten dollars today