Venetian Hautboy

Walking through A floating land But He looks upset Have you ever seen the sun? But this thing was over done And you draw your life You'll never fall out Venetian hautboy I think of you Own and now Find there Walking down to her Self and non To be a haunt Look upward And hide Junky, unthinking, untidy life Lucky thing What's the upside? I haven't much time just now But this thing was over done And I spoke of them I have to forget Venetian hauntboy I think of you