Well, hey, do you do judo when they surround you?
A little mental yoga, will they disappear?
It's grim, but never dubious as motives go.
One thing she always promises,
Promises a show.

Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here,
For her,
For you,
For me.

I watch me be this other thing, I never know,
If I'm marooned or where the purple people go.
Then lily white matricide from vicious words.
It doesn't leave a scratch,
So therefore no one's hurt.

Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here,
For her,
For you,
For me.

And on and on the nurses make it clear,
Just when you escape you have yourself to fear.
A restaurant that never has to close,
Breakfast at every hour, it could save the world.

So hey, do you do judo in your finery?
An angel's face is tricky to wear constantly.

Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here,
For her,
For you,
For me.

For her,
For her,
Hmm.