Seasonal Disgressions

I thought you would have seen
It's a newer installation
But the color's just pristine

Yes, it's a beautiful machine
If I may say so myself
It's worth the price you're paying me

If I could tell you what I've seen
If my own two eyes are lying
I'd ask you "Take them from me"

It's just the thing she does to me
Divorcing hundred in the isles
Between the cars and the street

Ooo

So out to sea we go
Headed somewhere some direction
We like to pretend we know

It's just that it seems as if we drove
Between traffic and fixations
We'd have wound up turning home

The devil you may know
And you might even remember
He's the one who brought the boat

Can you feel it taking hold
The seasonal discretions of
The ones who ought to know

Ooo
Ooo



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Boyd
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