Tekster:
I Mother Earth Blue Green Orange

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer Look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia All awake With a heavy hand holding me down I stay All

where the soul lives I'll find the way to peace and openness but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact I'm waiting for everyone

my solar plexis on the day I made good connection With love out loud, home, hate and sound And who wrote the words to my death sentence When life is what I

and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average dope you're in the dream room all alone I

The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans A whole world away eighteen brothers holding out while the tree of moments and the

and paradigm stores running low I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt how can I laugh how can I

I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I hear the rain will fall

a love for jazz and blue green oranges... It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I

i made good connection with love out loud, home, hate and sound and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living and leaving now while i