It's been a while since I've seen your face Been a while since I've walked this place I see the monkeys riding on their bikes Racing through the impossible
by the edge of clouds It was a crying shame Another lost horizon Tibet the fallen star Wisdom and compassion crushed In the land of Shangri-La But in the land
She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly
you ready? Let's go Hi, hi, hey, hey Maybe I will come back some day now But tonight on the wings of a dove Up above to the land of love Now I lay me
Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need Every
We shall live again We shall live What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye Mannah from Heaven, from the Most High Food
Speak to me, speak to me heart I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine Meltin' in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve Thick heart of stone, my sins my own They belong to me
Oh To be Not anyone Gone This maze of being Skin Oh To cry Not any cry So mournful that The dove just laughs The steadfast gasps Oh To owe Not anyone
Sixteen and time to pay off I get this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a week But it's a paycheck, Jack So hot
I was dreamin' in my dreamin' Of an aspect bright and fair And my sleepin' it was broken But my dream it lingered near In the form of shinin' valleys
Baby was a black sheep, baby was a whore Baby got big and baby get bigger Baby get something, baby get more Baby, baby, baby was a rock n' roll nigger
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now
I was down in Georgia nothing was as real As the street beneath my feet descending into air The cauldron was a bubbling, the flesh was lean And the women
Pissing in a river, watching it rise Tattoo fingers shy away from me Voices, voices mesmerize Voices, voices beckoning sea Come, come, come, come back
I haven't fucked much with the past But I've fucked plenty with the future Over the skin of silk are scars From the splinters of stations and walls I'
: I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls
: she is benediction she is addicted to thee she is the root connection she is connecting with he here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly
