By distant moon
Date: 27 March 2001
Treasure-Trove
Sometimes, deep inside
I've got that twitch or jerk that just won't go away
Sometimes, I feel it now
Don't ya think, I've had enough of this, this time?
Hold your figure up with your two hands
Hold your head up, propped up like a ceiling
Easy enough to fall right down
If you take your structures all away
And in the dreams of the little ones
All the heads are smiling, bobbing
And the Pope's got his eyes all over you
And his minions have their hands there too
Turn your back just quickly this one time
You'll feel a slight pinch and a cool breeze
Different but different is definite
See it all ways from all sides so;
Comforting, comfort is fleeting
Calm me down, it's not an easy thing
So treat yourself to a cold bowl of problems
And I'll laugh with you all the way to the bank.
It's a treasure-trove
It's a treasure-trove
In your eyes and deep inside
It's a treasure-trove
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