Tumble, I tumble,
Tumble so deep down,
and come back again,
You really can't keep me down....
There's a witch singing,
a clown drinking,
boys screaming, girls dreaming,
None of this matters to me,
I play the flute, so shrill and it comes from my heart.
And sometimes the Flute just comes stuck,
It won't dance and it won't play,
Sits like a whore with senses completely been staid,
the frenzy then dies letting the soul escape,
Only to be replaced by another spasm and a foreign shake.
After all that tumble the Flute comes undone,
It sings, rocks, pounces and run,
stopping for a while,
making the most,
and never does the tumble die down....
