The Once and Future Fool by Tendon Levey Lyrics

A virgin for the overworn
I’m babbling fine today
Oh, I like my pencil
It makes me feel the best
Making time for the way to come
I will now find my word

(Don’t break my hope)

And oh, it comes my way
It comes my way
I’ll let you
I will run down the hill
And through it all
You land on my head and my hand

Be all mine
To be all my ways
(Notice)
Everything
You talk about makes me want to
(I’ll make my life my way)
Kill
(I’ll make it all, oh, all)
If I have to take the life from you
Killing all my kin

There’s a tent for us
And when we make it there
I’ll be weak
We’ll make it to the tent
And we’ll make lots of tea
‘Cause we were the ones meant to drink

The tea-milk
Not for drinking alone