Anytime he goes for a blow in my record
The glaring drops come raining down in his landscape
Just because you see it doesn't mean
Its, sun's there with the cray trees
The fall of the leaves trip me as he plays
Like a floating ray marked star in our records
Its under the green ray its not the cosmic forest
Sailed on the freezing ray on the waves fading down on the line
The liner sails us to the halo of moonlit sun marked star
Anytime say on you, freethinker
The leaves gone she has over ride the line no ride a lie
Broken branches in his landscape in my records like a free are all dead
