Strange Notes
Billy Druids face is marble
He keeps veery thought in its place
He lets the days turn tomorrow
Someones always walking
on his grave
He wears the lines just like Garbo
And talks at a saturmine pace
Listening to the strange notes marvel
Only giving what it takes
Its a sad mans world
And for Billy its sure to crown
Dragging beauty into darkness
Inflciting a pale white frown
And the matter the runs
Through Billys head
Is too concerned to fall