improvisational jam which will be a new song soon.
lyrics:
cryptic colours surround again
none of them else did
so why you gotta be like all of them?
the spinning gyre unravels its skin again
and i wait for the heat to change.
oooo. ah.
when the metal stops and flashes once again
i am on the hill
in my daddy's hands (wake up, wake up)
picking at the tree again (wake up, when they go)
can't stop the vaseline (puffin on a cigarette)
puffing on your cigarette (but you don't feel it)
but you just can't forget (puffin on a cigarette)
oh my god i feel again (wake up, wake up)
walking on my feet again (Wake up, they're gone)
oh can i slip this skin
when the carpet unrolls
where's your head?
you gotta do what all the rest of them gone and did
trade in your glass for a little taste of the past
you're only cutting your lips again
oooo. ah.
finally goin back again
into daddy's arms
waiting for the tree branch to come and take me home (wake up, wake up)
puffing on a cigarette (they're gone, theyre gone)
till you can't (, puffing on a cigarette)
i can't hold back
from the front of my face to the head again (puffin on)
puffing on a cigarette (wake up wake up)
oh walking on my feet again (we're gone we're gone)
can't believe my skin again (yea)
we're living in the back again (yea)
awwwwwww (woah, here comes the day, woah, here comes the dead, here comes your dad)
puffing on a cigarette ( we're creeping up the house, waiting for the sound)
til you can't
what you wanna be (puffin on a cigarette)
before you wake up
before you wake up
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