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