david gray
the dotted line [*]
Trying to square the circle of my creed, Spread a little around for chicken feed, And any little thing you need baby, oh. Everything that rises, all that flows, And every which way that it goes.  It's tick-tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you. Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield.  Yeah, yeah  I'm tick-tock, those green locks. I can't get through.  Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield. I won't yield.  Oh, the darling light. Oh, the darling light. Oh, the darling light. I won't yield.