Savannah

Savannah takes all my sad thoughts And turns them into flowers Arranges them into a wreath Beneath which I have no power Wrapped around my crown I'm bound not to be broody Renders me sanguine as if it Were her innate duty Savannah, Savannah Don't let the average impede you Savannah, Savannah Don't let the baton lead you Give it back, give it back These obligations are just knick knacks Hand me downs from a ghost town Savannah has a darkness That she keeps all to herself Secreting sadness in her smile With altruistic stealth Through her lens, all things are cleansed Except to her eyes only And gusts of sorrow fill her sails Whenever she gets lonely Savannah, Savannah Don't let the average impede you Savannah, Savannah Don't let the baton lead you Give it back, give it back These obligations are just knick knacks Hand me downs from a ghost town Oh no, no, no Give it back, give it back These obligations are just knick knacks Hand me downs from a ghost town