Ball Park Music

Leef

Leef, I told you all my secrets

Leef until I first did cry

Deep within abyss of birth rates

Sprawling from a dead bird's eye

Save me from tipping off the corner, cut my spine

Blow through recorders, seven years of caked-up eyes

Eyes learn to dance, cryptic cheaters on the phone

Train me, a pansy, to charm the insects and make you known

Flee into the circus lately

Aren't you going to pry me with your red-hot mic?

Level level eight, I died and held a service

Played a little song beneath a tambourine

Save me from ancient, cells are bulging through my skin

Lanterns burn the fat, it smells as if I'm caving in

From up where we stood on Wellington with hands of snow

I sink through your bright scars, your throat is holding hands with mine

And time timbers over, it cracks with its ferocious whine

I'll love you forever