Chorus: Is your bridge under water? You’ve got to swim while your limbs are still limber. Shake the bark from your timber. Hinder all the neurosis and drink what you can until there’s no more at hand.

Verse 1: Wind, rain, sun, and sky. My, oh my! How it passes by too quickly. The symmetry of quaking at the imagery of taking every step in stride. Tonight, we fight to the tune of a crooner, much sooner than the other lovers’ summer, hanging over every thought that passes under.

(Chorus).

Verse 2: Dirt poor, but I’m dead rich. But all our paths are the same. Everybody has an itch. That little bit of something of nothing but a passing lasting past in the present state of time. It’s a crime to take a piss against the bliss that becomes a rising tide.

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