Boiling Boy

Gifts of the west winds, dark and deep In secret sunsets, spaces creep Lock up your hats, lock up your hats Progress with a vision to practice with at home A schism with an ism to practice with at home Collision with decision to practice with at home Lock up your hats, lock up your hats He transfered his soul to his imagination His atoms were excited and he glowed in the dark The boiling boy was a victim of confusion But he had the advantage of a cold start heart Lock up your hats, lock up your hats Lock up your hats, lock up your hats Lock up your hats, lock up your hats