Big Foot
Under the burning sun
It's where I’ll shed my skin.
It’s insatiable,
My thirst for heat
Makes me forget
That I might end up burnt.
(Chorus)
Dank from where I climb,
Searching for sweeter rhyme,
Standing firm. Playing part,
Defined by a broken line.
Is it all really true?
Under the crescent moon
Is where I’ll comb my fur.
It’s the intractable might
Of it’s pull that is enticing
To my dancing feet.
(Chorus)
Dreaming with the view
It’s when I thought of you
Standing firm. Playing part,
Defined by a broken line.
Is it all really true?
