Horse - Deep Time

Red, green, white, orange

I see you, see you’re hand drawn

Rice, beans, sauce, porridge

My sweet tooth, sweet tooth

Has gone

Over rocks and bridges through

Bison herds and Disney’s tomb

Miles rode

Thoughts you mumble sparkling new

Dancing walks draw closer to

Milo

You’re a thriller in the chorus

«Oooo hoo, Ooo hoo, whoa oh!»

A squirrel in the forrest

How you do you do it?

Don’t know

Wear no socks.

Keep every tooth

Do your homework on the roof

One plus two plus three plus one

Desert documentary on the hills of Brickley

Bright white limestone

I want to go.

I want to go to

Octagon, Octagon Two

Your head is gold.

Your hair is bright blue

I want to go.

I want to go too

You ought to come.

You ought to come to

Octagon, Octagon Two

Your head is gold.

Your hair is bright blue