So Long

As bloody as the moon too funny too soon

Could swoon but instead it's ok

To get a kind of apathy that only you could wrap with ease

And give it to us on holiday

And under all the scrutiny as moody as you too can be

This mutiny is barely a phase

So pray tell say you'll crack the gate

For a break in the way it's arranged

So long to the notion of gentle gesticulation

The salt in the air is a prayer you can taste

Take my hand and give it to the parrots and the picketers

You wouldn't want it if it was gold

So you plant it in a soil of clay and oil

And it's clear the more the water boils

The longer that position would hold

And then you cried into a river

Cause you heard it in a song

But it didn't feel better

If not plenty wrong

So give it away, give it a day, or string it along

So long to the notion of gentle gesticulation

The salt in the air is a prayer you can taste