Hole in the Mud - John Taylor

I am the flame the burns beside your window pane

you blow me out

you don’t give a damn about goo

what do you do?

I am the mind that feeds you lies every time

I am the mind that

makes you disappear like glue

how do you do?

One day I’ll fly over the trees

I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my age

Leave me alone you know the game pay the price

miss-interfering

I don’t interefere with you

leave me to stew

I’ll come around I’ll see the sun leave it up

I want to stay

if I see anything I want I’ll say

how much for you?

One day I’ll fly over the sea

I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my age

One day I’ll fly over the beach

I’ll get to feeling so good that you won’t even ask me to reach

One day I’ll fly over the trees

I’ll get to feeling so good that I won’t even ask me my name