it’s all in my body crawling all over
it’s got to come out
remember our favorite tune
and the past she’s gone
but she’ll remember
paisleys don’t get much prettier
than this, hey i’ve got to run
camelot is waiting just past thistle glen
so you’ve made up your mind so you
have to hide behind your other self?
well where do they come from
oh yes, in small minds
and horses can tell when it’s raining
so you think she’s a fool
for chasing the rabbits dreams
well you’ll love this one
i’ve already packed my bags
i’m waiting here
i’m half way there
i’m already there
i can see in the distance its pointy tops
do i really want what i asked for?