Tekster:
Screaming Trees Lines Circles

're going places I've never been Saying words I've never said Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead Moving up all around my head Lines are forming, circling

source Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream "Hey people, what does it mean?" Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything Die wolken drifting Blinding, smiling circling

get right to the flesh) [Afrika:] Dancin on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step off stage, they scream for more Native Tongues got rhymes

get right to the flesh) [Afrika:] Dancin on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step off stage, they scream for more Native Tongues got rhymes