End Of May

close your eyes and roll a tise

under the pool there's a compormise

if after all only left twice

which lifes the wrong road to peridise

don't say a word here comes the prake of the day

and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end

of May

close your eyes and make a bed

face to the glare of the sunset

this is about it's forrest we get

you haven't seen meet skys yet

don't say a word here comes the prake of the day

and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end

of May

close your eyes and make a wish

under the stone there's a stone fish

hold your bress menrow the dise

it might be the wrong road to peridise

don't say a word here comes the prake of the day

and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end

don't say a word here comes the prake of the day

and white clouds of sanderest by the wind of the end

of May