You thrive on dancing in our laps
Before the more familiar chaps
And all the curtain leads to fever

We watched the womanizer cry
And in the last sip you and I
Declared we might require a breather

I am the truth true through and I
Convey excitement fluently
As solid as I can busk shock

With well presented merry men
And I know all too well
I shouldn't break the key off in the lock


And the tumble splits the fray
Revealing silk and fit

In the fright lined dining room
Throw a gaze towards them while they feast


The days drag their heels
When you're not there to crack the whip
And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of brats


The old pantomime villian follows my coat
And he hides where it hangs and he spies through the slots


And meanwhile in the desert's only costume shop
The cowels hide and wait to rot away

The identities of the willing

guitar


Drowned bags of sugar in the night
Rocketing shutter doors despite

The shop not opening for hours
You can itch, flap and whistle
And try to avoid the top

As I scribbled over dribble
You were snoring, showing off


The tumble splits the frays
Revealing silk and fit
In the fright lined dining room

Throw a gaze towards them while they feast