Roccococooler - Edgar Broughton Band

Sitting laughing at the mindless

Humanoids croaking in their swarm

While recalling Omar Khayyam

How we changed there in the holy sun

High on holding hands

Pilot crashed with rupert brooke

They blew together fast on other levels

He spoke softly

Opened by the wine

A father pushing fear and looking for redemption

Someone hurry he thought as the waves rolled

Their way through concentration

It's all too much he seemed to want to say

But could not make the necessary juncture

How he loved the lady by my side rococo lady

Daughter of the African the Westernized

He is searching for a hole to be in to make himself

How we changed there in the holy sun

High on holding on

You you might be different I can read it in your sign

You you might be something

I can read it in your eyes