There’s a road on my forehead that’s leaving away from all this
There’s a wheel in my pocket and forged on my face there’s a kiss
Like some old fashion soldier, I’m smiling at the side of your breast
The side of your breast
But the battles not over, I agree but I guess it’s for best
There’s no trees in your forest you once said to me I’m quiet loud
But I saw through the makeup of smoke on the face of your proud
Not wanting to argue not wishing to butter my words
Butter my words
With the twist of the toothbrush I agree I looked most absurd
I love you in harmony, deep in the cards of your tune
But the rhymes all gone lost between yesterdays milk and the moon
With paper and pen I try hard to look like a king
Look like a king
What a shame, I forgot that the jesters the one who must sing
Oh wash all the screen, you spread like a cloud[?]
But in bedrooms and others that you pushed into the crowd[?]
In the float of your dress I would die and be born in an hour
From the valley of night like an ebony mountain we tower
And the smile on your face that crawled up from the sides of your mouth
The sides of your mouth
Would relight all the fires that I try so hard to put out
With razor blade keychains and papers with suits in the rain
You made photo cut poems and treated my love like a game
There’s a road on my forehead that’s leaving away from all this
Away from all this
There’s a wheel in my pocket and forged on my face there’s a kiss
Oh, wash all the screen you spread like a cloud[?]
But the birds in the sky with the cigarette smoke from the crowd
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Kaleidoscope (English band) Lyrics – Song From Jon