In cycle,
I leave you around the ocean,
Where grass grows,

And remnants of you is emotion,
My breath's out,
Inhaling upon trees frozen,

We look out
And chase around our house with the chosen,
And holding,

Quietly,
The sound is dead,
Sing and turn,

In light,
And life meets child your only plight
is light,

And silly smiles, you'll sleep a while
in light,
I'll take you for walks in the ocean,


She had a pretty dad,
But she was growing out of play-school,

So she could kick and scream and play,
Until she wanted to,
My little chocolate girl,

Her brother barely out of high school,
There was a place where he could sleep,
Until he wanted to,

Our frozen, tiny cow,
And she could bury him in apples,
And curl around a bowl of cotton until she wanted to

Until she wanted to,

Still she had to speak loud,

Because hearing is an iron offense,
And quietly
Still drinking with the bones and the dead,

And play small,
In hopes of something better to show her,


The sound is dead,
It's singing time,
In light,

When light meets child
You're sleeping wild in light,
I'll take you for walks on the ocean,


She met a pretty boy,
And they would dance between their elders,

Where she would cream until the wine she bought had settled
in,
My little chocolate girl,

She used to love the stars of England,
She sold them records in her home by the jury from her
school,

Her colors matched the room,
And she would swirl around the curtains,
She had a hand to hold her chin up,

When her friends walked out,
The kid across the street,
He'll keep around when she was changing,

And he would wait until she told her friends about the boy,
Her Mom and Dad at home,
She has saliva in her pockets,

She gave a girl when her last graves have finally digged the
day


So did the chocolate girl,

Put your lanterns all across the maze,

So I won't feast on fallen,
Bitter rain who brought the stings and dead,
And who will part the train,

Cause I can't see you,
I'll open up my brain again,
(repeat)