Sleeping and the dogs
Add weeping willows sight
The burning city streets
Hold everybody tight
“Fare ye, fare ye!”
The young kids yell
Fury and rebellion
Fight through the near hill
Drifting with madness
Screaming with joy
Holding a broomstick
Splashing up a decoy
The madness continues
The designer makes love
The married go fleeting
With the young lovers dreams