Last call for everything.
A pool of Emmalines delirious
She lingers like a chain
Its more than grave,
But not too serious.
Send in your reverie to me faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.
I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door.
Its more than I can take
But half as much as what it was before.
Send in your reverie to me faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.