Make yourself ready and it will come,
like baby teeth or police
at the sound of the drums.
To me that sound is like spreading hope,
and we are seeking relief
till we get home.

Lost pa-tience,
va-ca-tions.
Still it comes like a storm,
or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn.

--

Don't make it to heady or overdone.
The Tarot change and the nonsense,
those are the ones
to send to lovers and friends on the run,
and don't forget your letters to me,
because I need some.

Lost pa-tience,
va-ca-tions.
Still it comes like a storm,
or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn.

--

I see your face from where I sit.
Put a pair of lips on a heart,
I think I've got it.
Soon 2, 3, 4 on this kit I subsist,
together with knowing I am missed.
We are missed.

Lost pa-tience,
va-ca-tions.
Still it comes like a storm,
or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn.

Now I will tell you what
don't want to shake things up,
but we're good to go one day,
next day, you knows, we're f___ed.
But that's no reason
to be tame.
Love takes new shapes
like flames.

And still it comes,
warm,
sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn.

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