Third eye
Wibe’s too young,
and it’s gone wrong,
so I wrote this song.
Third eye, third eye, rock along.
Time to kill some heat again,
cool down the vain,
jump off this train.
But first I’ll think about him,
before I undress, only to swim,
after the runaway pride.
Or maybe this time; a horse ride.
First I’ll dream about the mmh mm
and then I’ll count them all hm mm
one, two, three,
and then I see.
Woman got to love them all
Love is big, I am small.
Come on, let’s not make it steal time here,
three eyes should make a safe affear.
Deep into them eyes
trying to act wise.
Third eye, third eye
up to sky.
As my friends wonder why,
I sing; this wibe’s too young,
yeah it must be all wrong.
So let’s make a stupid song.
All eyes forward, rock along.
Too many rimes fucked it up anyway,
so rock with joyride
First, second, third, eye pride.
Forbipolene tekster, 2019
