Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips as good news

Still we can find our love down from behind
Down far behind this fabulous, my turn rules

Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and then blues
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else
You steam our unstable eyes and glass
Not get passed off through my bird lips as good news

You'll have the hardest black and dullest knife
We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasty
(Still being cried and laughed at before)
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue)

And should I be hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
You mind not saying

He'll have the hardest black and dullest ignite
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Hugged and tugged down through this tiger's masque for key