to moonn6pence from shootingstar
Etceteranough.
Fire it up. Fire it up. When we finally turn it over,
make a beeline towards the border, have a drink, you’ve had enough.
Fire it up. Fire it up. If you need some conversation
bring a magazine to read around our broke-down transportation.
Fire it up. Etceteranough. Fire it up. Fire it up.
When we find the perfect water, we’ll hang out on the shore
just just long enough to leave our clothes there.
Fine enough. Fine enough. Oh we ate all of the oranges
off the navels of our lovers, grabbed a book and read the cover.
It honestly was beautifully done. We’d tried to hide the daylight from the sun.
Even if we had been sure enough it’s true we really didn’t know.
Even if we knew which way to head, but still we probably wouldn’t go.
Fire it up. Fire it up. We push off we are rolling borders,
crashing down the mirrored stairways. Two of life’s best mine canaries.
Fire it up. Fire it up. When we fix the carburetor,
then we’ll push off once again in an hour or so later.
It honestly was beautifully bold. Like trying to save an ice cube from the cold.
Even if we had been sure enough, it’s true we really didn’t know.
Even if we knew which way to head, but still we probably wouldn’t go.
Well we always had it all.