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Nov 2010
All I need
is to smoke a little ****
then climb out this window on my own

Cause when I fall far behind
the thingsΒ in my mind
The length of my day day goes awry

As I bleed like a seed
from water thats freed
Can I call you to talk on the phone

So we can hunt like the lions
then dream with the bears
or I could hold you against me till dawn

I do blink when I think
bout how theΒ river did shrink
And all the diamonds I've slipped through these hands

Though now I know that it's true
after stumbling near you
That the ice blue roses can grow
Written by
Absent Minded
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