You and the shower of leaves release, change hue.
Me? I'll be having a yard sale.
It's all for free.
Time to run for cover, my darling. Hide under the bed.
The devil's on his way and we'd better play like we are dead.
Walk past the houses and trees. The sound of fright.
Creep down the alley and side streets. The moon at night.
Time to run for cover, my darling. Play like you are dead.
All the beasts are out in the streets, they've covered it in red.
Time to grab a sweater, my darling. A chill has hit the air.
Only when we get there you'll want it and I won't have a care.
When we die, it can only get much better.
Is that right? Or does it only get much worse?
In time, we all find.
Time to play forever, my darling. There is much to see.
Laugh and sing and dance with the devil in our misery.
Time to grab a sweater and rip it up and then we'll play.
Every night's a party, my darling.
We are here to stay...
from Totes On Fleek
released March 1, 2016
A. Schwartzenberger, C. Wood
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