blue streaks over yellow streets.
a feeling only the sky can keep.
(I'm going to die I'm going to die all wrapped up with a bow)
feeling silly don't help nobody
When you feel raw the whole sky stays dull and ******
feeling dumb don't work just hold steady
Go live in a cave until you grow old and weary
go hug on the rocks until they feel fuzzy.
the earth will eat all the yellow you made and turn it into paste
paste you can eat even as it stains your face with it's foam.
such distaste will distort your holy place in one's own home.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 2:07 PM UTC
blue streaks over yellow streets.
a feeling only the sky can keep.
(I'm going to die I'm going to die all wrapped up with a bow)
feeling silly don't help nobody
When you feel raw the whole sky stays dull and ******
feeling dumb don't work just hold steady
Go live in a cave until you grow old and weary
go hug on the rocks until they feel fuzzy.
the earth will eat all the yellow you made and turn it into paste
paste you can eat even as it stains your face with it's foam.
such distaste will distort your holy place in one's own home.