Oh no I don't believe it You say that you think you know The meaning of love You say love is all we need You say With your love you can change All of the fools All of the hate I think you're probably Out to lunch
All your love Will it save me? All your love Will it save the world All your love Will it save me? All your love Will it save the world From what we can't understand? Oh no I don't believe it
City of tiny lites Don't you wanna go Hear the tiny auto horns When they tiny blow Tiny lightnin' In the storm Tiny tiny tiny blankets Gonna keep you warm Tiny tiny tiny pillows Tiny tiny sheets Talkin' bout the tiny cookies That the peoples eats City of tiny lites Maybe you should know That it's over there In the tiny dirt somewhere
You can see it any time When you get the squints From your downers and your wine You're so big It's so tiny Every cloud is silver liney The great escape for all of you Tiny is as tiny do Tiny is as tiny do Tiny is as tiny do Tiny is as tiny do
Evelyn, a modified dog Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily Draped across the piano, with some surprise
In the darkened room Where the chairs dismayed And the horrible curtains Muffled the rain She could hardly believe her eyes
A curious breeze A garlic breath Which sounded like a snore Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within) Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom
Evelyn, a dog, having undergone Further modification Pondered the significance of short-person behavior In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance And other highly ambient domains...