Alabaster

Sitting on my alabaster

Riding slowly

Watching from the chimney top as

They pass by in slow speed

I asked him the colour of it

He said it was white

Over the crystal crack off

And that's a night

Sitting on my alabaster

Riding slowly

Watching from the chimney tops as

They fly by and slow me

I asked him if he knew the date

He said it was time

Tossing me into the lake

But what a song