Like the sounds of the seven seas
That once brought me to my knees
On the sturdy wing of the japanese
Wafting through the bonsai trees
I see you and you see me
Peel my eyes with cutlery
Pull my hair and skin my knees
Wafting through the bonsai trees
Wake me up and find my keys
Lights around the evergreens
Combative comrades overseas
Wafting through the bonsai trees
Now no more but just a tease
Turned to filth, flam, filth and sleaze
Now alone no more Siamese
Wafting through the bonsai trees
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i love bonsais. seriously.
i can see you there... in them trees... in the bonsai trees.
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