The sun's in it's own shade
and it's getting cold down on the soil
Where my feet are firmly planted
as I watch all the birds fly up toward the heat
The trees are doing the same, and even the giraffes
grew out their necks so they could still eat
laughing all the while at us mopey land dwellers
feet stuck to the soil
so i smoke cigarettes, and watch the time pass
it's all growing in a direction i cannot follow
the sun's in it's own shade
to change the way of the world.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The sun's in it's own shade
and it's getting cold down on the soil
Where my feet are firmly planted
as I watch all the birds fly up toward the heat
The trees are doing the same, and even the giraffes
grew out their necks so they could still eat
laughing all the while at us mopey land dwellers
feet stuck to the soil
so i smoke cigarettes, and watch the time pass
it's all growing in a direction i cannot follow
the sun's in it's own shade
to change the way of the world.
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