Lyrics
like resting in the palm of god
I am quite the jester, like resting in the palm of god
it s not her fault
I m happy with my home here in the marsh, lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds
as if to ward off any sign of laughter
and again the chatter starts about her
Her dance a fluid easy grace, lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds, with neck-high buttons fastened tight
She d take off in a huff, i am quite the jester
It s not her fault, she moves in silent circles for, i am many shades she just black and white
and again the chatter starts about her
almost comical at times
As if to ward off any sign of laughter, without a sound she takes flight again, she moves in silent circles
with neck-high buttons fastened tight
Her dance a fluid easy grace, like resting in the palm of god
she d always had a mind to leave
we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint
for this she snubs and circles me in spite
She d always had a mind to leave, lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds
mine is sore to watch
such movements unlike habits are not natural for me myself and i are happy wearing our head the way it is she primps to her own reflection
It s not her fault, for this she snubs and circles me in spite
almost comical at times
as if to ward off any sign of laughter
She more the prude, like resting in the palm of god Ballet, we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint
Like resting in the palm of god, and i labeled decoy draw attention from her beauty Ballet, such movements unlike habits are not natural for me myself and i are happy wearing our head the way it is she primps to her own reflection
Almost comical at times, she more the prude, she more the prude
she d always had a mind to leave
As if to ward off any sign of laughter, she d take off in a huff
Her dance a fluid easy grace, we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint, and again the chatter starts about her
Lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds, and again the chatter starts about her, we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint
such movements unlike habits are not natural for me myself and i are happy wearing our head the way it is she primps to her own reflection
She d take off in a huff, lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds, we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint
Lack of social grace as she mingles with the common breeds, i am many shades she just black and white Echolyn, she more the prude
mine is sore to watch
We ve made her what she is if she d get the hint, lands like a feather on the calm of the lake Echolyn, i m happy with my home here in the marsh
She more the prude, her dance a fluid easy grace for, she d always had a mind to leave
As if to ward off any sign of laughter, i m happy with my home here in the marsh
She more the prude, we ve made her what she is if she d get the hint, she d take off in a huff