New Formation Sermon
Mark Smith
In the sand the beach
The arms outstretched fearsome waist
Elbows in triangle
The bracing chill of the market is no friend
Like pictures of yours from the fifties
One foot, two, twelve, two, three, four
Full trip dip walk
Walk, side, sand, trip, skip, skid, crack
In sand it's a different fright
Many become a rabbit in the headlights
And though the chill
Brings a night of transformation
Trip, walk, sand, trip, skip, crack