Bats - The Rays lyrics

rate me

You're poked you're lost you're tired again

It's the cold it's the frost

I'm lying my friend

Actually I'm warm lyin in my bed

In the best of form just restin' my head

The rays now will fall - onto us all

These forms of life that surround us now

The sweetness the strife the short and the tall

The bitter and the sweet the stuff that makes us tick...

Untidy yet neat, I don't wanna seem too slick...