2019

The branches are swaying. Without any strings, without any shoes Our legs are just dangling Tupelo swamps, two little hooves Trapped in a painting The sun it has set, the son you can see Hasn't been named yet He's starting to squint, it's starting to be 2019, congratulating you 2019, we're not waiting Seasons step by in their heels Watching my lovers, waves of watercolors Bleach my skeleton and steal all my aquarelles, some things I can't sell to you I won't run for the races Or head for the hills, I'll head to your room I won't forget to pay rent I'll stick in the mud, I'm sticking to you When the piggies get pregnant We'll keep to ourselves, keeping our cool If that doesn't make sense Well that's what you get when you're getting down to 2019, congratulating you 2019, we're not waiting