Shakespeare In The Sand
Geckos, young girls sneak on us, coffee making chocolate cars
Hop scotch melting on the ground to the rhythm of the sounds
A thousand croaking frogs tonight
The stars are falling from the sky just like bread crumbs in your mind
Of all the things that we can't find
If all the wisdom glued this world, we'd stay in there
No questions asked and for all the broken people of this candy land
And frying pans in tuned with you, in tuned with you
Hollow dreamers with no end, your Shakespeare in the sand
The castle and your bridges burn, astrology exists
Connected by the stars with whatever of who you are
Flowers spring up madly like cows on LSD and spike
Drunken from last night's rage slice, dazzling non-stop poker eyes
There's no one like Judy Garland
A pop star and her wicked tongue for her dose of mighty high
Burned her lungs with dioxide
If all the wisdom glued this world, we'd stay in there
No questions asked and for all the broken people of this candy land
And frying pans in tuned with you, in tuned with you
Hollow dreamers with no end, your Shakespeare in the sand
The castle and your bridges burn, astrology exists
Connected by the stars with whatever of who you are
Hop scotch melting on the ground to the rhythm of the sounds
A thousand croaking frogs tonight
The stars are falling from the sky just like bread crumbs in your mind
Of all the things that we can't find
If all the wisdom glued this world, we'd stay in there
No questions asked and for all the broken people of this candy land
And frying pans in tuned with you, in tuned with you
Hollow dreamers with no end, your Shakespeare in the sand
The castle and your bridges burn, astrology exists
Connected by the stars with whatever of who you are
Flowers spring up madly like cows on LSD and spike
Drunken from last night's rage slice, dazzling non-stop poker eyes
There's no one like Judy Garland
A pop star and her wicked tongue for her dose of mighty high
Burned her lungs with dioxide
If all the wisdom glued this world, we'd stay in there
No questions asked and for all the broken people of this candy land
And frying pans in tuned with you, in tuned with you
Hollow dreamers with no end, your Shakespeare in the sand
The castle and your bridges burn, astrology exists
Connected by the stars with whatever of who you are
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Writer(s): Ritchie Ho
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