Clear Enough

Face the music in the day I think I'll follow in the way
If only you could see what I do you would never face the day
Take a follow and be there and never looking back to stare away
Make yourself another pie and cut it into quarters any way

Leprechauns are facing me inside a distant residue of lies
Rising from a smoky ring the parasites are eating all my lies
Craft a level interest there from dueling leverages we see on high
Find another way to see the symmetry of distant fiery skies

Priests and river told
Have another rest of gold
Priests and river told
Have another rest of toll
Priests and river told
Have another river gold
Priests and river told
Have another river gold