Up the Garden Path
The Sand Is As White
As The Moon Is Bright .
Like Birds In Flight
Soaring High
We're Lost In The Light
Come Morocco Night,
You Shimmer.
You're Shimmering.
You Shimmer.
You're Shimmering,
Lost In The Light.
Homerun Hilary
Your picture
was in the news
a piece of paper my friends
may have burned but it refused
and though you
wore a smile
the muscles that you flex too much
look tired after a while
and you always forced your style
I wrote you
love notes
I pulled you from fights
I even dug moats
so I could swim at night
to my homerun hilary
I've only just begun
to live again and be my own best friend
and now yo've come
a vampire
must be fed
but oh, oh I'm unwilling to be bled
it took a fast pitch
on the inside
and like a white whitch
on a mercy ride
it's my homerun hilary
my homerun hilary
reach for the sky homerun hilary