11 acessos
From ripe to rotten
To real, to live
Should I lie down or stand up
And walk around again?
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
To find the fount of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other
With the nectar and pucker the sour
A bittersweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies to the last of gasp we left... on this earth
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death to...
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to...
Should I die again? Should I die around?
The pounds of matter wheeling through space
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face
Oh, with my own wooden case
Pucker the sour
Sugar sweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies to the last of gasp we left on this earth
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey from death...
Should I die again? Should I die around?
The pounds of matter wheeling through space
I know I'll never know until I come face to face