Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Tee door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollw sound, torn up
And you will go to mykonos
with a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How did any holes in the snow—tipped pines, l find
Hatching trom the seed of your thin mind, all night