As Lisa falls asleep She feels her soul leave her body As it shoots to the moon Alas she is alive She is now on the moon This happened 200 year ago Long before the thought of astral projection And to this day you see her Face blend in the craters of the moon
Emerson and Fuller, Thoreau and Whitman, Again and again, it has been written: Nothing ever ends, death is no Impasse; So when you’re gone we’ll look for you, In our Leaves Of Grass.
Carved stone for all to read You cannot read it though Feel it taught all over my skin You just touch what you WANT to know It could not be more obvious Written all over my face Choose to remain blind to the words For you in the first place If needing me to translate further Not sure how else I can Emotions simple to decipher You don't want to know who I am
