High Coin

Stepped in your loving daughter, you’re stepped in your loving gates
Your stitch who you always wanted but the thought now still remains
You peaked and spoke, on your threshold
The fortune teller hoaxed
Boats in your supping eyeball, boats in your supping space
You stitch who you always wanted, now your thoughts begin to fray
And now your thoughts begin to fray
You peaked and spoke, on your threshold
The fortune teller hoaxed
Better better come our ivy, better better come our rates
You’re stitching who you always wanted, now your thoughts begin to fray
And now your thoughts begin to fray
You peaked and spoke, on your threshold
The fortune teller hoaxed