Verve Pipe (The)
Veneer
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of Masquerade Thirteen miles on 31 are drying The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten Drops the finger-paints Puddle jumping children clad In yellow raincoats splash the deeper Purple of veneer Rows and rows of animals, their shiver skin Is painted different shades And from grazing painted grass their teeth Are stained the incandescent green Indifferent they watch the rainfall steady Blend their spots and run their stripes Of Veneer At 85 on 31 I'm flying Flying
From Letras Mania