Pedal Back, Oranges Lost

The sun is in a right spot. When the sun is in a right spot. I'll be in a right spot. I'll see you when I'm right.

I've come to see you taken, taken over a ripe mountain. Taken under dragged down under, through and given up.

My leg a twitching blunder rippling tickling ticking thunder.

I've come to see you under. I've come to see you up.

We are in a right spot. We're never in a right spot. I'll see you when I see you leaning forward in your flip flop.

I'll break you when I see you. I'll break you when I see.

I'll be pleased you see my crystal breath before I see.

Ocean Terrace beach view loft. I'll see you when I see you. I'll see the sunlight and the breeze.

I'll break you when I see.

Your oranges often get lost, in the bag they often get.

I'll see that you won't get lost with your oranges in the sea.

My bike gears are the miles between the ocean you and me.

I'll see you when I get lost, I'll see you when I see.

My pedals lost like orange peels in your deeply salty sea.

I'll break before you get to live the way you've lived with me.

Your oranges often get lost. I'll find them when they get lost.

I'll find you when you get lost when you pedal back to me.

I'll find you pedaling backwards with the orange you brought to me.