Lucky are the leaves of the clover.
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools.
Shifty are the eyes of a gambler.
He's making his tricks as bread
& a job well done.
Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence.
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.
Lucky as a deer in the headlights.
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more.
Skaky on the hands of a gun, shy
He'd rather give up the goals, than sink five.
Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence.
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too.
What small amazing things we will turn to rain.
Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high.
Drink to love while we wait for high tide.
Keep it short, keep it brief,
You have my word.
Gather round while we wait for high tide
He is turning a-green from these envious glorious things.
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe.
Despised, besieged, blackbird, we all, a mess,
As though, we all have a feather.
Writer(s): John Matthew Langley, Jon Dicken, Brett Stowers, Clifford Campbell, Andrew Sudderth
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