Sign of the Times

Paint if you will a picture I tripped and fell Right under your spell I was Pavlov’s dog trained well & you his very incessant bell This is what it sounds like Played out on a xylophone Spelt like a name unknown Only when I am all alone No one to hear me moan When doves cry Because we talk of scorpions & frogs Phoenix files that we archive & log Queen bees hives left to defog Vented outlined all in a blog Do you lie? We can play games of he said she said The fact remains I want you in my bed All those words stained inside my head I want them silenced I want them dead!