Tekster: Mother Hips. Green Hills Of Earth. Such A Thing.

So you've been confused.
Your confidence is disorganized,
so you do your exercise as you speed beneath the bay.

I would tell you to sing because that would bring control to you.
Some things make the world seem new;
your voice is such a thing.

You didn't wat to break the news,
but it didn't cut your tongue
and Omar is still so young,
I know that he can take it.

"I don't want to be rude,"
you told him at the turnstile.
His teeth went dust behind his smile,
you disappeared down the tube.

So your ship was blown to sea from the road where it was tied up.
So many men have died up on the route to Hanalei