"Ready or not, here I come" is what she said
I was the one for her story instead
So to give me memories so
Satisfy secrets, pushing broken doorbells
Ringing implicit leaves fall down, joyous hell-bender
Going down, slowly rising
Son of a someone, two, three for get along
Heir to the princess, sing, sing a happy song
Making baby memories so
Saddle the horses and let's ride out at dawn
Head toward the sun, rising upstream will spawn
Laying down, so we can
Enjoy delicate things
Enjoy delicate things
What's wrong with this immaculate
What song is this immaculate song of love
What's wrong with this immaculate
What song is this sacred cow of love
Ready for anything without a seer
Leaves on the trees are trembling upside down
Silver and clear my memories so
Ever, there was a story I ache to hear
Mary Maudlin heard the goats under there
So she's going down, slowly rising