Gavilan/Cubed

Yeah I sure do miss the early days

When I was so drunk

And tied up in so many ways

Looking for the sanctity of love 'cause

I might make you handsome

Yeah, I might give you me

Handsome, it's getting awfully tough

Oh yeah, to have the right means

If it weren't for this fear well I just might really be someone

But I can make it in peacetime

Find some violence, kid and you come straight to me

Starting up the rain again

Starting up the rain again

Starting to look the same again

I said isn't that a shame?

It'll be for a while

That you complete me and my hopes will drown

Isn't it some marble-headed face

Yeah, it's a flash upon your knee

It's a rumble-tumble trip

It's a loving to me, oh oh

Listen to my chest

And no hurt into my back, oh

Roses and rest

Case is not so strong, wait, we're wasting time

For ways to town, for ways, for ways to town

Why, why, why?

Why, why, why?

Why, why, why?

Why, must I, why?

Ooh

Pumpkin, I'm just waiting for a land ballon

'Cause Grammy will be coming home soon

And you might get lost

Ooh, you might get lost

Girl, I sure would miss you

Pumpkin, don't you stray too far within the little home

Because Grammy will be home soon

And you might get lost

You might get lost

Girl, I sure would miss you