I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle and on the candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel, then I settle in a stand still. I live forever reaching for the sun, hoping some lucky day I'll clutch and get a hand full. Rope ladder, I'm a swinging anvil and I wanna turn scullies and tummies with pretty lullabye, bye. The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal. I never felt so damn young but you don't look a day over zero. And you don't look a day in the times 'cause it'll make you realize the night is near so, in a cold dream, I clean around the edges, I tidy up the tabletop and lectured all the pledges. I never really knew the true definition of precious 'til my angel with the beautiful red locks gave me the message. I'm fully animated life tree, see the root of the mute button was dug up, hug up on a song of I'm a fully animated life tree with branches for the Heavens to admire, actually.