Uniform Motion
Fools, Don’t Listen To A Word I Say
Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to make us
Yearn
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we'll sink the float that would not
Let us win
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their taints and
Quirks
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess behind us sink
And that's no way to listen to our sonnet
They're buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet
But the fools never listen to what I say
They've copied all their lines into a prayer

Fools, don't listen to a word I say. Just look the other way
I'm not saying I've got much to say. Just look the other way