Drip, drip, dripping
(baby) blue oil in
the flowing liquid,
on a virgin canvas.
Blending it with
a hundred free wings;
keeping my faith
in the modest sky.
Play, play, playing
behind the red velvet;
till I’ll grow up or
perhaps I never will.
Ever?
S
Drip, drip, dripping
(baby) blue oil in
the flowing liquid,
on a virgin canvas.
Blending it with
a hundred free wings;
keeping my faith
in the modest sky.
Play, play, playing
behind the red velvet;
till I’ll grow up or
perhaps I never will.
Ever?
S