Walking bones choose your own direction. Go have fun some place else. Bring your soul and your Beach Boys records. I can´t stand to have you here. So worn out, cold and dehydrated. The fortune is spent, and dad is in space.
Every home should have a mom in love and a daddy in space. Chinese porcelain cats to guard her love In the window space Show her some respect, she´s all worn down.
For years to come I will not forget you. As my son, as my pain. Time will heal what now feels so wounded. Tears are spilled, the holes will fill.
