Clean the lair
It's time to quell the flames of the broken heart it's time to harvest to grow the art From the gaslit flames then turned to smoke curling i nto patterns around all the spokes of an old bicycle wheel turning over on the game 'cause we don't want the wheel to rust under the pouring autumn rain Take it all back you will for you must clean the air to feel the fresh autumn chill to suck the poison from the lair .. Yes! Turn it inside out and then you'll know the way play the flute tread on now and abolish the nay say.. Play through the pain Let the rain clean the way