40 x 40

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

THAT’S THE TICKET

LUMP IN MY THROAT

TOWARDS THE BOTTOM OF THE TOP

HEADING AWAY FROM THE ENDLESS MIDDLE

ACES UP YOUR SLEEVE

KEEP MY NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH

FOR YOUR SAKE

I HAD A DREAM AND YOU WERE IN IT

FROM THE FIRST DROP OF WATER

AND THE DOORMAN SAYS

YOU NEED TO GET A WRISTBAND

TREES WILL MAKE A FOREST

GALUMPHING

THIS PLACE IS MINE

GIVE WAY