The steam billows forth its curse.
A dogma of godliness rolls by
Dreaming it all in reverse.
The steam billows forth its curse
"What kind of fool are you,
Dreaming it all in reverse,
Scrubbing away constellations true?"
"What kind of fool are you
Wading into moonlit seas
Scrubbing away constellations true?
A uniqueness of blemishes, a Venus?"
Wading into moonlit seas
They met at a pumpkin spice fairground.
A uniqueness of blemishes, A Venus
And her pirate aficionado run aground.
They met at a pumpkin spice fairground
Bound on a bumper car sea
And her pirate aficianado run aground,
He bade her, "Come, Sail with me."
Bound on a bumper car sea
The salt of promise entwined them.
He bade her, "Come, sail with me
Through this land of fish and men."
The salt of promise entwined them.
The bloated goldfish found them.
Through this land of fish and men,
Through a night of fine food to bind them.
The bloated goldfish found them
And sat they with sunflowers gold
Through a night of fine food to bind them
They did banish their solitary cold.
And sat they with sunflowers gold'
With crisp bread and seafood delight
They did banish their solitary cold
With passion fruit brulee tonight.
With crisp bread and seafood delight
She sat and drank in his flavours.
With passion fruit brulee tonight
All her constellations were savoured.
She sat and drank in his flavours,
They sailed to new lands, on and on.
All her constellations were savoured
Where the sand meets the sea's new horizon
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