Breakfast Time

Breakfast time, breakfast time

The hands that tell me

Five to nine

Orange lights in orange lines

Sparkle bright of souls entwine



Pointing girl, sitting pretty

On the bus

Reminiscing, clammy kissing

Summer breeze, the big strip tease



You and I could frolic in the dew

Only I've something better to do

And with that I bid you fond farewell



Oh, how I wish I was young again

Oh, how I wish I was young again

Young again, young again