Hide and go seek—I took a peek
pass down a dime
telephone line

 

 

high and low leak—floorboards that creak
last round attire
telephone wire

(chorus)
bet your infatuation
seesaw imitation
youth and growing old
miles of ground unfold

stretch your imagination beyond limitation
truth cannot be told
dial a sound unsold

parachute jump
ripcords are clever
delivery endeavor
I feel forever

parachute land
parachute band
play me your host
I am my ghost

(chorus)
bet your infatuation
seesaw imitation
youth and growing old
miles of ground unfold

stretch your imagination beyond limitation
truth cannot be told
dial a sound unsold

sigh and so meek
brass, strings and teak
bell tone is mine
pearl ring design


Pamela Sackett: original song, voice, guitar
Paul Parker: recording engineer, mix
Giacinta Mazzoccone Vosika: images

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