I'd die to be the video tape
That holds the raft together
I'd try to see the audio scape
That lays the lies 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 hide
It's way bigger than me my friend
And we never saw him again
The end
So I dream of a moon where the frogs and toads spoon
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Where plenty grass grows and the buffalo mind knows
The spray coup and pipeline to pay
Well we said 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 mistake
So I know to the core of my bones
That the river's now turned into stones
The pivotal point of the heart
Gives us plenty of leeway to start
I'd die to be the video tape that holds the raft together
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