Holding onto the see no evil monkey
We're hanging out the window.
Breeze swirling through and it's not too late for us.
The weather could change

Hanging onto a speak no evil monkey
She says where is your evidence of life beyond this.
Doubt swirling through and it's not too late for faith.
Thw weather could change.

In a neady way we ache for affection
To be kissed or kiss.
In a knee deep way we wait for impact
To be hit or hit.

At least we move.

Hanging onto a hear no evil monkey
She's whispering softly "be free"
Ease swirling through and it's not too late for us.

The weather could change