hooked by the mouth
reeling in a dental chair
good old laughing gas
flooded by 80’s music
watching 30 years float by
hooked by the mouth
reeling in a dental chair
good old laughing gas
flooded by 80’s music
watching 30 years float by

wouldn’t it be great
to reach the point where we can –
let go of our masks
soft rain
every tree seems
to be weeping
why oh why do you rue
for the uncontrite
piling high slowly
a clear morning turns stormy
if only rain comes
to find the one thing
worth selling everything
to have and to hold
what is your pearl of great pice
treasure that always remain