Victorian Intuition/Father Winter Replies

You waistcoat high
Into self absorption
Deviation
No Victorian intuition
Can’t find the switch
To the light bulb of concentration
No Victorian
No Victorian
No Victorian
No Victorian intuition
Out of tune
Unfit for singing
Oh it’s alright
Nothing’s changed then
Right beside my four eyed pretties
Oh it’s all right
They forgive me Collectively we sigh
Father winter replies
Time beds to meet our cries
Father Winter replies
Hasty, hasty, how to simmer?
First, read the words, then consider
Pinch of salt, a spoon of patience,
To be complete when He’s finished
Clutch all your false diagrams
Proof for malnutrition
No Victorian intuition
You prevent what you have
To prove all your inclinations
No Victorian
No Victorian
No Victorian
No Victorian intuition