Did you lose your angle here
When I was cornered, silent
Was I a walking flamingo
Stuck against horizon.
Slipped and worn
A shaggy mane
Hostile against the wind
Could you use yesterday’s start
In muddy swamps of y’or.
Did you lose your angle here
When I was cornered, silent
Was I a walking flamingo
Stuck against horizon.
Slipped and worn
A shaggy mane
Hostile against the wind
Could you use yesterday’s start
In muddy swamps of y’or.