to the days of the flying condor
everyone take a stash and throw it out the door
spread your wings and let the wind take you
to a place conjured up by the one and only you
thoughts start slipping and that's your cue
don't let things become a mess and split in two
our lives are busy as it is tryin to see the daylight
it's as if we weren't strong enough to last the fight
sometimes i wish we were there together
but that's when i finally remember
time after time we were trying to be
something we couldn't even see
a fuckin tree tied to the ground
its roots preventing its secrets from being found
the world has sent a message to us all
this can't be fixed with a stare into the crystal ball
don't fuck with nature
No comments:
Post a Comment