for you But I know, your heart goes for the blue O, so hard to let you flow Into the sea, your window is closed for me Leave the man on the lighthouse mountain
s screaming my name Come and make me holy again I'm the man on the silver mountain I'm the man on the silver mountain I?ll lift you even higher The man on the silver mountain
The Old Man From The Mountain's Comin' home, home, home Thought I'd better warn you So I called you on the phone Get rid of Joe the grinder You better
I was sitting at the edge of the marsh when the council came to bring me the news. they handed me a bowl of cooked wild grasses and they gave me the
am in a thousand rooms all at the same time. Yeah and I have a glass filled with water and light, and I feel good tonight. I am climbing up this mountain
your hand lie dead across the land, I'll be the last man on earth. I'll be the last man on earth. I'll be the last man on earth. crawling around, down
I was sitting at the edge of the marsh when the council came to bring me the news. they handed me a bowl of cooked wild grasses and they gave me
Sewee, sewee, sewee We traveled far on this road rock From the great plains Through the tall blue grasses of the lone range Cool green Caroline You made
By the floods The floods Of Babylon We sat down and wept And wept For thee Zion We remember We remember Thee Zion
Who walked the dog? Lost in the fog Squat down below Tongue to the snow Oh the coyote called He wants back his hide Well baby Where to start? Give me
Egyptians hold kisses in waves Letting go of every thing that I tried to save Your hands still move up my sleeves The room ruderess ressing reaves Draw
Follow, follow, follow Follow the buffalo In my eyes I saw the great black hills And the mighty Mississippi River swills Follow, follow, follow Follow
I'm not concerned that rock is dead. Dull monotones and words that don't make any fucking sense. I won't fuck the real world when it's dead. New trends
Die over status. Hanging it from hope. now it's rushing like a landslide. Oh how pure. Now it's sweating in the cold. It's the voices of god. Bodies haunted
Old man. Fuck. "Take a look at my life. Twenty-four and there's so much more." This plan. Life is boring. It's fucked. It's not enough. Old man. If there
"And their memory is like a train. You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away. How do you move in a world of fog" turned to shit? Turned to things
I got soft skin Are you gonna let me in? Warm amber eyes of a lion On the couch Cool green tiles in the kitchen Cleaned up a quart of spilled milk in
Bright lights and blurred sights. Unrested, lost faith, holy shit this sour taste is keeping me from everything. Your happiness and fucking success.