I'm wishing you a well...mind at peace within yourself... Covers up I cast you off...I'll be watching as you breathe.... I'd lie still you move I'
Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb I make a right after the arches
1 2 1 2 3 4... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...
See it happen to a couple of friends See it happen and the message it sends Taking off for what's an obvious fall Just to see what all the fuss is
You'll be...going out with radio... Going out with disco...going out like bacchanal... I'll be...going out with telephone... Going out alone...to the
Ah, is there room for both of us Both of us apart Are we bound out of obligation Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinkin' I
Come to send, not condescend Transcendental consequence Is to transcend, where we are Who are we? Who we are Trampled moss on your souls Changes all,
Giant one, might he find Watched from the window, little red mosquito I was not allowed to leave the room I saw the sun go down and now it's comin' up
Don't it make you smile? (2x) When the sun don't shine it don't shine at all... Don't it make you smile? Don't it make you smile? Don't it make me
Up here in my trees, yeah Newspapers matter not to me, yeah No more crowbars to my head, yeah I'm tradin' stories with the leaves instead, yeah Wave
A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits hoping for a present Something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching He still
Large fingers pushin' paint... You're God and you got big hands... The colors blend... The challenges you give man... Seek my part...devote myself
Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire? Leaning out to catch the sun's rays...a lesson to be applied... Are you gettin' something out of
: Come to send Not condescend Transcendental consequence Is to transcend, where we are Who are we? Who we are Trampled marrs on your souls Changes all
: Up here in my tree, yeah Newspapers matter not to me, yeah No more crowbars to my head, yeah I'm tradin' stories with the leaves instead, yeah Wave
: Ah, is there room for both of us Both of us apart Are we bound out of obligation Is that all we've got? I get the words and then I get to thinkin
: Large fingers pushin' paint You're God and you got big hands The colors blend The challenges you give man Seek my part Devote myself, my small self
: One...Two...One...Two Know a man His face seemed pulled and tense Like he's ridin' on a motorbike In the strongest winds So I approach with tact Suggest
