the gymnast high above the ground

• bir the decemberists sarkisi. sarkinin orta yerinde cok bir guzel degisir.
  
  the gymnast, high above the ground,
  limbers up and falls timbers down.
  ankles splayed and all tied.
  the gymnast long has arrived.
  
  lazy, your long sister lays
  waiting out this long light brigade.
  prayed for snow a long time.
  and lazy, it long has arrived.
  
  through the tarlatan holes
  you've been slipping, been slipping away
  and the weather will hold
  ıt's been ever so, ever so gray.
  
  but here as we're coming down
  and we're sounding out:
  it's a terrible, terrible tide
  as it lights upon your eye
  
  but there on the motorway,
  reeks of marmalade
  ıt's a chemical, chemical kind
  as it lights upon your eye
  lights upon your eye
  
  the bosun calls upon the quay.
  compass gone, he long has lost his way
  to lighthouse shine, to calm tide.
  the bosun long has arrived.
  
  through the tarlatan holes,
  you've been slipping, been slipping away
  and the weather will hold
  ıt's been ever so, ever so gray
  
  but here as we're coming down
  and we're sounding out:
  it's a terrible, terrible tide
  as it lights upon your eye
  
  but there on the motorway,
  reeks of marmalade
  ıt's a chemical, chemical kind
  as it lights upon your eye
  lights upon your eye