Glass Skirts from Citadel by Gondoliers

I chose you from amongst the billions.
You will be my friend. We will play our woodland games together
We will lose our way until we find a way to meet our mutual ends
We will split the digs. We will surely split the digs
Until we dig each others graves. From palimony it sprang.
In harmony it will end. Much like it was supposed to have began
On an island in the sunshine with out toes tucked into the whitest of sand
Where we would paint our rocks any way we please.
And we would hang our locks into the sea.
We will turn to jelly on the beach before our castle made of bamboo and coconut leaves.
I chose you from amongst the billions.
You will be my friend. We will wear our glass skirts out
To every damn luau and limbo until they shatter
All across this lovely tropical beach
And melt back into the smelly ocean breeze.

Lyrics: John Manson

• Rock
• face-melting
• Somerville