Spaces

Shadows seem far away, to be seen so soon We are all just cast always, stranded on this sand swept dune My lover wrote to me, said everything is fine Something about it seemed foreign, she ain't no friend of mine Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it And the priest won't think to look, too Standing on the rock while the old folks talk And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed In search of an original, an original mind Is there any such thing as precious, or one of a kind? Crosses on the wall hadn't crossed your mind Instead the passage of colors leads to our passionate times Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it And the priest won't think to look, too Standing on the rock while the old folks talk And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed Soft like silk, smooth like barley wine Everybody's either breaking up, or getting married in the nick of time We got soaked in the rain, slept in someone else's bed We couldn't keep from being close and I couldn't keep from hitting my head Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it And the priest won't think to look, too Standing on the rock while the old folks talk And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed