Jack Simons - The Beard Stroke Lyrics

Chasing daydreams away from the saucer
Aunts and uncles your sons and your daughters
At sea for free you see
The hands they cross over
They're itching the surface now
In isolation
The ice makes it colder
And older the rust has grown
And now you're airborne
Candles lighting the wick and the shoulder
Fast your timing and quick to be over
All grass all green all seen
They reckon it's coming
The day and the age of yours
They stroke their beards and
A new inspiration is born out of energy
Tastes like chicken