evils of the air

I could be wearing that old tee and those trousers from the other day

Beer stains and cig ashes

Oh the wonders of slipping my arms through this will take all that away

White flakes on my nose and hands of cold ocean breeze

It saved me from the evils of the air

Protected upon my shoulders and down to my knees

I was once a childish boy with hair so chaotic

But a chest framed with collar

I turn to you as a man of meaning with heart so symbolic

I could be wearing that old tee and those trousers from the other day

Beer stains and cig ashes

Oh the wonders of slipping my arms through this will take all that away

        

Topman: IN THE TRENCH

like childhood games

It sat on the world upon my head

scraps of metal

"The king I am!" I loudly read

off my throne I threw a large shout

howls and barks

came a long dance as we all broke out

with whimsical lead they all followed

I howled into the sky

and soon the sky echoed

"The king I am!" and it sat upon my head

lets give it a go

Its arms hang tight with dark heavy earrings

of solid paints or metro maps

as they hide your eyes of their true meanings

indeed its possible to conceal what tells all

like the velvet night

or that faint plastic wall