© 2011 Mark Cote
Dancing moonrise
pink striped sunrise
the echoes in your mind
crawling up from the wishing well
with genie secrets I can't tell
'til the walls come crashing down
and the jester wears a frown
(chorus) misted cries
from the butterfly
a riddle with no answer
as the clock tumbles in reverse
in a Carol novel you immerse
see the future as it was
the birds that shout a silent buzz
(instrumental)
blind mice racing through a maze
can't see there is no exit
snake oil schemes
aren't what they seem
the jackal will eat you if you fall
and those who run really crawl
(chorus)
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