Brandywine and forest green
The balcony knows what I mean
Frankie in the sky with Luna
Attican are you coming soon?
Directionless with ragged lips
From kissing statues of Quan Yin
Willful harbinger of tune
A student of the crooning moon
Singing songs and wishing for
The goddess of the drunken whore
Aspirations broken hence
A letdown in the fullest sense
Ok
where nothing ever growls, no rain or rivers flow. Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Let it growl, let it growl
Let it blossom, let it flow
In the sun, the rain, the snow
Love is lovely, let it growl.
Growl Old With U Where The Wild Roses Growl