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Music + lyrics by Z. Hamer

Shadows seem far away, to be seen so soon
We are all just cast always, stranded on this sand swept dune
My lover wrote to me, said everything is fine
Something about it seemed foreign, she ain't no friend of mine

Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it
And the priest won't think to look, too
Standing on the rock while the old folks talk
And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed

In search of an original, an original mind
Is there any such thing as precious, or one of a kind?
Crosses on the wall hadn't crossed your mind
Instead the passage of colors leads to our passionate times

Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it
And the priest won't think to look, too
Standing on the rock while the old folks talk
And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed

Soft like silk, smooth like barley wine
Everybody's either breaking up, or getting married in the nick of time
We got soaked in the rain, slept in someone else's bed
We couldn't keep from being close and I couldn't keep from hitting my head

Why don't you hide it where the children won't find it
And the priest won't think to look, too
Standing on the rock while the old folks talk
And then you're tryin' to get the milkman screwed