Your Prelude

She keeps us in her dirty drawers

Like little bits of treasures

You never know what to find

Among glossy leaves and pines

We are descended, waiting

Don't rescue us

Observe with awe and rectitude

'til it's your turn,

Your prelude

We are descended, waiting

Don't come and rescue us

Observe with awe and rectitude

'til it's your turn,

'til it's your turn,

'til it's your turn

Your prelude