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