Pat Pas
They must be careful, pat pas
Stay heartless, reclining, pat pas
Chased off
Now my sun dims
Midnight, take her too
Stories pat pis
Stories pat pis
Stories pat pis
Stories pat pis
This eye lives in the dark
By, through
I saw each scene
Wits standing on the line
Stories pat pas
Stories pat pas
Stories pat pis
Stories pat pis
See me stand on four paws
Then my sun lifts
Midnight, take her to the phone
To curse this last mouth