Id die to be the video tape
that holds the raft together
Id try to see the audio tape
that lays the lines of leather
sawed off leg and a quarter sharp liver
four dull arrows left in the quiver
a blessing inside of a curse
ripples on ponds in reverse
and the angels better ride
fine tuned to our hides
its way bigger than me my friends
and we never saw him again
so I dream of a moon where the frogs and toads spoon
and the clouds are not skydy all day
where plenty grass grows
and the buffalo mind knows
the spray coup and pipeline to pay
well we say when we're done
when the colors all run
that we stood up and swung at the plate
pulled the fat from the fire
tied the kite to the tire
pulled the lever to make our escape
so I know to the core of my bones
that the rivers now turned into stones
the pivotal point of the heart
gives us plenty of lee way to start
id die to be the video tape that holds the raft together
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