Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
But I watched them off to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
'Cause the days have no numbers
So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off, how long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
When the days have no numbers
Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in
Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
But I watched them off to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
'Cause the days have no numbers
So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off, how long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
When the days have no numbers
Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in
Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
But I watched them off to the light of the morning
Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
Where the days have no numbers
If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
And I wander off, just to come back home
Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
'Cause the days have no numbers
So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
To slow among roses or stay behind
I've been to that grove
Where no matter the source is
And I walked it off, how long I'd last
Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
When the days have no numbers
Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in