She keeps us in her dirty drawers
Like little bits of treasures
You never know what you'll find
Among glossy leaves and pines.

We are descended, waiting.
Don't rescue us.
Observe with awe and rectitude
Til it's your turn,
You prelude.

We are descended, waiting.
Don't come and rescue us.
Observe with awe and rectitude
Til it's your turn
Til it's your turn
Til it's your turn
Your prelude.


Lyrics submitted by LilyBear

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