The Dillman Legacy Lyrics

With skin that's tight and never folds

The light of deep-sea marigolds

Is held within her eyes

Apart from chance and weathered runs

Connected days mean heightened scrums

A secret to despise

In love they say all mocking's fair

How else to se whose life you share

Their true and middle name

As beauty climbs to sickly heights

Its perfect skin becomes as ice

Beneath a threadbare field

You slave as in Iditarod

Oars in rows to pull and prod

A fancy and a shame

You loathe their middle names

And signs are fleet of true deep love

And bills surmount the mourning doves

The game complete, it now revolves

Round and 'round the same

In parks, in sheds, in sunken groves

The remnants of the motherlode

Shiver and perspire

Former servants of a liar

In love they say all mocking's fair

How else to se whose life you share

Their true and middle name

As beauty climbs to sickly heights

Its perfect skin becomes as ice

Beneath a threadbare field