Tapioca Tundra

Reason thus some prose awry
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Sunshine ragtime blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right standing more at ease
Careful plays on fields that seem
To vanish when they're in between
Softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you
Sunshine ragtime blowing in the breeze
Midnight looks right standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
One more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you