Underage

Until the sunlight heals again
We�ll drink to you elusive friend
We�ll fly, we�ll sigh
Way up in the blue suburban sky


You never knew just what I meant
My weird songs came and gladly went
Complete, discreet
Consciousness dissolving in the heat


Dislocation threw up mutiny at times
Running down the hall with madness on our minds
We got to old to celebrate with our own kind
We were not one


Years ago the king was dead
I wonder have you met him yet?
Unseen but clean
Nobody was going to be queen


Complete, discreet
Everyone was dancing at your feet


(Emma Anderson)