Throw My Bones

Who am I to say things may not all be what they seem? And how can I disturb the facts of life? And who am I to speak about the fabric of a dream? And who's to say that dreams cannot be right? It's the power of the moon The power Who am I to talk about the lunacy at hand? Burnishing the madness in my head And who am I to mention that before it all began Everything I heard was never said at all? It's the power of the moon The power Ah, it's a green balloon that travels so benign On a path that goes along the shoreline Ah, it's a green balloon that travels so benign It's the only thing that's keeping me in line Oh, the tides will rise and then they fall on time And everything on earth begins to rhyme

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025