VOICE-A-PING
A day in the sun
In the midst of the scotch
Sends singles of thrills
Down the spine
Muds on the feet
In the aftermath of rain
Brokers the child in you
To the force of spite
An emblem emerges
In the midst of nothing
To prove a-nothing
Can stop a-nothing
Sun, mud and rain
Flight, stairs and rails
Are all part of a play
That needs a being to sway
Ping in the vocals
Crops up from a-nothing
In the midst of a-nothing
To draw tiles on the ground.
© favody
In the midst of the scotch
Sends singles of thrills
Down the spine
Muds on the feet
In the aftermath of rain
Brokers the child in you
To the force of spite
An emblem emerges
In the midst of nothing
To prove a-nothing
Can stop a-nothing
Sun, mud and rain
Flight, stairs and rails
Are all part of a play
That needs a being to sway
Ping in the vocals
Crops up from a-nothing
In the midst of a-nothing
To draw tiles on the ground.
© favody