Before you say Goodnight
Drunk with your toys
I am looking up at the sky
With my blue beard
Dripping down
Never holding you down
But, lifting you up
With both hands
Like an offering to some absurd god
Who wants to have the first taste
Another taste
Another freedom that was bought with lies
Outside, downstairs, in the kitchen – whatever,
Let’s go to the bedroom
Counting all the company
Climbing into my big bed
I see, I see
It was in another land
Far, far, away
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