Blue in boyhood equals jazzy circles when old.
Once I was St. Sebastian, but Orphic birds all about.
Its the things we can’t make up that count.
Don’t knock on my door unless you’ve been around the farm at least once.
Blue in boyhood equals jazzy circles when old.
Once I was St. Sebastian, but Orphic birds all about.
Its the things we can’t make up that count.
Don’t knock on my door unless you’ve been around the farm at least once.