UTTER BLISS
Simplicity is what she is
A walk on Golders Lane
It's all coherent in a mess
Increasingly insane
It took her ages to see why
Conversance do confuse
So much it causes her to cry
For a belated youth
Cause on a day like this she'd rather kiss
An overwhelming ignorant and utter bliss
Is it a means to reach it all
My pretty protege
Deducing life from ancient laws
A soaring summers day
If on a day like this she'd rather kiss
An overwhelming ignorant and utter bliss
Words: Anne Marchen stick
Music: Thomas Laursen
