Things to Keep Up With

Hush my child You don't even know that you're born Your like splinter in between Imagine your house, your room Curled up nice So tight that you won't feel the fright Longing for the bird that's been lost Soon to join the pride Waxed and rinsed Shimmer, now let them in Dry them out 'Til glory hit the vault I've been to Hollywood just maybe Dressed up in silk all because of the web Sweeping dumb Flat healed and heavily brave Reasons for it Really is all quite tame Catches up fast Your basket smells of mould You're so slow Your being is gold Waxed and rinsed Shimmer, now let them in Dry them out 'Til glory hit the vault' I've been to Hollywood just maybe Dressed up in silk all because of the web Shiny as f*ck but as my cheeks got wetter I spooned a mouthful of a made up tale I've been to Hollywood just maybe Dressed up in silk all because of the web Shiny as f*ck but as my cheeks got wetter I spooned a mouthful of a made up tale