End Of May

close your eyes and roll a tise
under the pool theres a compormise
if after all only left twice
which lifes the wrong road to peridise
dont say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
of May
close your eyes and make a bed
face to the glare of the sunset
this is about its forrest we get
you havent seen meet skys yet
dont say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
of May
close your eyes and make a wish
under the stone theres a stone fish
hold your bress menrow the dise
it might be the wrong road to peridise
dont say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
dont say a word here comes the prake of the day
and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end
of May