Patterns divergin'. Don't raise the flag. For the sake of a volleyball. Bitters and rag. But you'll never try. Never collide. When wanderin' the piece of the shakin' you try. There's the pattern of the marketplace. See the value of what you never had. There's the pattern in the target face. See the lick align when they flounder. There's a porpoise in the hand grenade. There's divergent ways that make me love you. There's an armature and enemas. There's a spangled life that you gin harden. Columns of acorn. hail from above. Shakin' the trees. Shakin' my love. But my happy Monday. See that it's Monday. my everything is all the heart that won't run. There's a matter that we'd like to share. With all who are concerned about progress. It's a-never gonna get to me. Cause I'm broken and I know I'm wishin'. You're a gib and chain. You're a cadent chain. You're a cadent chain. You're a cadent jane