Hot - Sense Cents Sense - Why The Sky Is Blue - We Were On Our Way - Cold Chills Running Down My Back

Hot
Scorching heat
Burns
Makes red feet


Sense cents sense
Home hum home
Does your sense
Make nicely cents?


Why the sky is blue
Has been a question
For generations of
Past and will be
Of the present future


We were on our way
Walking down the street
I hurried on by
I was told you were scary to meet


Cold chills running down my back
You are my savior for the things
I lack
Hot sweat falling down my face
The scent left behind I will trace

Here It Comes Again - Eyes Of Brown - We Go On A Merry Go Round - Moon

Here it comes again
The sun
It won't leave me
A gun
Here you go again
A strain
Trying to leave me
A train
Why all these repeats
I just cleaned the white sheets
Why all these repeats
This world reeks


Eyes of brown
You bring me down
Want to be there
To share your crown
In the mansion in the air


We go on a merry - go - round
Where do we end up
We go on a vacation cruise
It's not what we thought
He did tell us it's worth it e'en though
It may not be so easy


Moon
Sky
Sun
Night
Let's all drive
To the harbor