In a Hut - Frog Eyes

Who shall arise

And shine and then be the one I’ve held on for?

How shall I seek

In the mists, the one who passes through back doors?

And way out in the fields out of town

Well I bump into a troubadour

Well he sings to the fledgling stalks of corn

That row under the clouds downpour

But who cares, I’ve got to be the one

Who passes through a darkened door

And way out in the fields out of town

I bump into a troubadour

In a hut, where the eggs turn to stone

And I howl, «I can’t take any more!»

When your heart is in Rome

When your scent is a thing that roams

When you’re tapping on a tapped out phone

Grecians in a Keats back rub

Don’t follow all the men who drowned

When you’re old and cold and abandoned

You shall feel the feeling of abandoned

And you’re really just stuck in the phantom of a period of time

Who takes the pulse of my folded palm

Who hears the pulse as I fold myself into your songs?

You are old and cold and abandoned

You shall feign the feeling of abandoned

And you’re really just stuck in the phantom of a period of time

A period of time

A period of time

A period of time

A period of time

A period of time

A period of time

A period of time, no no no no no no