Hey Bog-Avey Tare

If someone told you that you would see an image in a bog well you would think twice. But why can’t you just trust it? People somewhere they pick their prices. Did i pick mine? Its not much of a price its really just a feeling. Sing. Hey bog, whatcha showing? just a little piece on thee you’ll find it kind of revealing but i don’t want to know. I was 5 when i got rusty. Hey bog, let me sink in to the me i think i mean little bits of everything are all that i know I was 5 when i got rusty 14 when i first trusted (lost it) been dreaming for a century getting too far from gnomes. Is it gonna be alright when we get back home? A drummer can fall apart on any given night there might even be a law the clapping of the hands Look at me once again do i look different now? escape into the moss at the edge of town everything had a frost when the sun went down a candle lit up the room the shadow of your hands beckoning i should stay but i drifted off slept with the big red moon behind your curtain cloud off to another day i hope the earth gets rest traveling after dawn the changing of the land at light