Robert Onion Paroles

tails pushing grand whales
heads hope to have the stuff
each flag had no sail
can you believe enough?
and though diana calls to you
she will never never yield
every siren has her spot
four hundred million
oh, that is very far
robert sweet onion
makes me feel so tired
another layer and layers and layers oh, no
robert can you find your way?
show me the way to come

zugzwang got me in a way
under my opposing thumb
branishing my shield
robert leads me into thought three cheers for robert
to the cinnabar
one ponders layers and layers and layers