Before Telling Dragons

Before telling dragons where to lay

Point out all the ruins where the chicks can play

Common sense, pray pave my way

Wrong in song and well, there's no such way

Ring the wronging in the silent day

Common sense may pave my way

In brambles sometimes

But the birds do give glittery warbles

And I'm picking up every mumble

I'm flicking teardrops back into the bay

Well, I tell myself that I have nothing to say

Let me sing a line that leads into waves

Underwater, bite the hook and feel much hotter

Where there's a jig, you can't be bothered

But hold on to the things that matter

You wore the scales of the mad hatter

Those clothes were made to fit your father

Let's surface now and breathe another

Breath can fill your chest with better weather