Almond Monkeys

If you can summon the strength, tow me

I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent, slowly
And oil up those sticky keys.

Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller.
It is a necessary, evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald, eagle
Oh, momentary synergy.

Coax me out my low
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own/
When are you arriving?

My propeller.

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