and the ring is golden and the gate stands open and the lilies of the valley and the girl is more than shrewd and this place is such a scoop and the crowd looks up
to your marble tower to the jolts from your silver drum to the sweets gone sour
you're the perpetrator you're the escalator and you're southbound so southbound but never coming down you're a lunaroma with a gloom diploma and the crowd stands up
to your marble tower to the jolts from your silver drum to the sweets gone sour to the torch going out to the song of a lemon flower to the strong pursuits
time won't listen time won't listen time in time will make you listen
