Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us Yearn. The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we'll sink the float that would not Let us win. A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and Quirks. And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink. And that's no way to listen to our sonnet. They're buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet. But the fools never listen to what I say. They've copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don't listen to a word I say. Just look the other way. I'm not saying I've got much to say. Just look the other way.