Knock, knock here I am a civilian outpost
I’ve been dreaming for two
We look out for quicksand
Cuz we bottle and rebrand
and return nightly home to you
C’mon Ghost-o, is this your card?
I’ve been rehearsing this trick for weeks
Summoned and sunburned, enormously ticked off
I’d fade away if this wasn’t sweet

Last night I figured out how this will work
And it’s not some slight of hand
It’s a different way not to die
You could trust me and try it for awhile

Country Before Kings! And kings after:
1) This most pleasant evening
2) Your horoscope’s meaning
I finally figured it out

For Christ’s sake knock it off
The cameras are rolling
Let’s explore the least we could be Two tandem sleepers
Like twin engine heaters
Hold a light & carry this through
There is no song, there is no guide
To lend a clue where we ought to be
Exalted and poised to type out a paean
This isn’t for the king it’s for me

Country Before Kings! And kings after:
1) This most pleasant evening
2) Your horoscope’s meaning
I finally figured it out