empty, yet still dripping
took lessons from the wipping
but your chest looks so cold
& the bits, they unfold

& i am just so tired of waiting.

lost, lost, yet still breathing
know i've done a lot of thinking
all those stories once told
i've just built them a road

now see the way that they've been driven

they're out on a wooden bulb & a lemon lane
a wooden bulb & a lemon lane
pacing & racing & dancing & prancing
they're out on a wooden bulb & a lemon lane
a wooden bulb & a lemon lane
they get together
they mend
they blend
they combine
wooden bulb & a lemon lane
shall we spill the wine

today [?]