Mr Violin, I love you
From a treetop, in a fish knot
I was high on my own big thoughts
What if the sun drops
What if my heart stops

Mr Violin, you almost
Hit a bum note
With your bent bow
I was high on the whole big show
What if my soul sinks
What if my heart floats

For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on
To the burning ring

Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
In a flower patch
Where the birds hatch
I was crooked to the green grass
What if the day ends
Whenever my heart splats

Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
Called you magic, out of habit
I was sore from all the laughing
I loved you in habit
Banked on your magic

For the sun did swing
Like a tangerine
Till we couldn't grab on
to the burning ring

Every crooked tooth
Kept our lips from truth
I had almost survived
And so did you

But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me

But the rings in-between the old family tree
Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
You get what you get when you bite from the tree
A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me

They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me