Running free under the clouds
Loud clouds above our heads
It sounds like hell unravelling,
The skies are shaking
Waking up the dead.
Running free under the clouds
Being the Walrus,
Being the Walrus
Hearing him calling aloud
Elegant sunset, pink-blue sky
Elegant bullet, shouting so high
We can hear it through the clouds
Above our heads, while he is still calling aloud
She is the Walrus,
She is the Walrus
Pink plastic bag in the tree
Is no longer there
Racing to the ditch, racing free
Past the monster’s lare
We’re the Walrus,
We’re the Walrus
Koo Koo Ka Choo…
Noemie.
