Blue Cotton Skin

Nighttime Nightime Journey to the moon On the back Of a big firefly Take us up above the city Your hair Picks up all the light Tropical fish in sky Take a ride take a ride take a ride take a Come on Take me for a ride Open window's the sign Staining

Moving you from your chosen seat's like Rolling away the stone Queen Anne's lace so delicate and quiet Hands are green from trying to pull you up But you can't feed someone who isn't hungry Or has no taste for you. and there's some sorts of food that