Alabaster

Sitting on my alabaster
Riding slowly
Watching from the chimney top as
They pass by in slow speed
I asked him the color of it
He said it was white
Bones of the crystal crack off
And that's a night

Sitting on my alabaster
Riding slowly
Watching from the chimney tops as
They fly by and slow me
I asked him if he knew the date
He said it was time
Tossing me into the wave
But what a sight