Well how I wonder just
What it that you are thinking
On a wintry morning in the headlights as they invade
Your dreamin
What were you dreamin?
Of a love to come or an invasion by the Demons?
••
It is all of us or none of us are real we often say
But we
Are much to frightened to be believin
Too afraid to say what we want
Or that anything is needed
Midst self inflicted bleedin
••
In the shangri-la
Or heaven
Call yourself whatever to you seems pleasin
But we are here
We are real
We are breathin
Breathin
••
••
Oh sweet sister child brother mother saint good friend or heathen
You are what I know
As the one
The one
The one and only true reason
Anything has meanin
Any meanin
Any purpose
For pure feelings
••
And I am here
I am here
Rambling on
On and on
On and on
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Well how I wonder just
What it that you are thinking
On a wintry morning in the headlights as they invade
Your dreamin
What were you dreamin?
Of a love to come or an invasion by the Demons?
••
It is all of us or none of us are real we often say
But we
Are much to frightened to be believin
Too afraid to say what we want
Or that anything is needed
Midst self inflicted bleedin
••
In the shangri-la
Or heaven
Call yourself whatever to you seems pleasin
But we are here
We are real
We are breathin
Breathin
••
••
Oh sweet sister child brother mother saint good friend or heathen
You are what I know
As the one
The one
The one and only true reason
Anything has meanin
Any meanin
Any purpose
For pure feelings
••
And I am here
I am here
Rambling on
On and on
On and on