Half-handed Cloud - Picnic Few Want to Attend lyrics

Skies pour forth speech always

Your voice in the airways

Awake those asleep, Lord whose

Only reward is this life here

May those seeking not be

Put to shame because me

Don't let those out looking

For you find a dead end instead

Light the way with fires

A seeking heart inquires

To the way you've hand-picked

Find you perfect

Set the picnic

Dine or just stand far off

Counting places on the tablecloth

You look like we've all sketched

Think it's farfetched

Your arms outstretched

Avoids kisses and hugs

Like a snake with earplugs

That ignores the charmer's tune and

Stays immune to loving you