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
