| Wooden Toy |
|---|
| should you choose to walk about to light sounds to another |
| open up a door to more than you could ever live to love |
| tell me all about you even (even) though you’ve given in |
| listen, say the days that you leave for the rest |
| sing the songs that rumble in the twilight to abscond |
| can’t put your intellect before it and before you quit |
| disappear into the beacon of the lonely, if you can |
| given all the voices you should choose to fit without your head |
