My little boy on the kitchen floor
(my little basquiat)
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs

(my little basquiat)
Colours leaping all over the mat
(my little basquiat)

The kitchen floor is where it's at
For my little basquiat


One day
He'll be golden
Maybe chosen

Perhaps to lead
One day
He'll be shaken

Maybe taken
Perhaps to bleed


My big girl swinging from the bars
(my little comaniche)
Fist of stone flying above the yard.

(my little comaniche)
Halfway up is halfway down
(my little comaniche)

Or maybe it's the other way around
For my little comaniche


One day
She'll be moonlight
Maybe too bright

Perhaps, to shine
One day
She'll be found out

Maybe ground down
Perhaps she'll cry


My little girl on her mothers lap
(my little panchen lama)
Sucking on her fingers, surveying the roadmap

(my little panchen lama)
Seems to be the only one around
(my little panchen lama)

That sees the red lights at the end of town
(my little panchen lama)


One day
They'll be older
Maybe bolder

Perhaps, than me
One day
They'll be rising

Maybe living
Perhaps, in peace