Head Of Ringo

Floating in either
I’m part of the reflection
I’m a christmas tree
I’m part of the reception

I’ve got wet ink
That eaves drops the blown sky
I’ll miss you
A headache in the balled eye

Outside the window
I saw the head of ringo

Got to get it out of my life
God’s a dead man miss him miss him
Got to get it out of my life
How do you top a bowl of cherries?

Rolls out ripples of silver
That make thier way to my head
I’ll miss you to death and more
And I wish it wouldn’t be so sad

If you could take it from my mind
With surgical precision
I’d set the moon on fire
And burn it through the system

In through the window
I saw the head of ringo

Got to get it out of my life
God’s a dead man miss him miss him
Got to get it out of my life
How do you top a bowl of cherries?

Sometimes mine, sometimes mine

Rolls out ripples of silver
That make thier way to my head
I’ll miss you to death and more
And I wish it wouldn’t be so sad

If you could take it from my mind
With surgical precision
I’d set the moon on fire
And burn it through the system

Outside the window
I saw the head of ringo

Got to get it out of my life
God’s a dead man miss him miss him
Got to get it out of my life
How do you top a bowl of cherries?

Got to get it out of my life
God’s a dead man miss him miss him
Got to get it out of my life
How do you top?