the dotted line
david gray
trying to square the circle of my creed
spread a little around for chicken feed
and every little thing i need baby
oh. everything that rises
and every which way that it goes. it's tick
and i wait for you. like green eyes or cream pies. i won't yield. i'm tick
those green locks. i can't go through. like green eyes or cream pies. i won't yield. i won't yield. oh
the darling light. i won't yield.