Occult Display

She is fine-
Rolling the lane and wasting the day
about Love and daylight
Walking away in the sun and the shade
Gonna dance- hey la
Water the leaves, looking over the trees
Gonna be alright

But what would my lady say?
Give her an ounce of pay
Loose her mind, all that time

What do we love to do?
Run through the park and trip in the dark
and dig up our roots
and just move to delay an average day
well then I agree
Part of me wakes with something to take
but then magically it fades

So what are we going to do?
There's nothing to do but walk in my shoes
and dust the land
Down on my knees I confess to the breeze-
the best time I ever had
and I'm sane, Jane.