Some for looks.
Some were farmers daughters.
Some told time, some said wake up!
Some smoked near alien lights...
Some time we have to understand, to witness.
One farmer says to the sower...
I will harvest this tractor on a Monday Morning...
For a light returned to dust.
It's our reason for atrophy...and astrology.
NASA. Count on fingers returned in a dream.
Bitten off retreat...simple seer.
Don't be afraid, it's just a dream.
And the rooster crows, just in tune.
Harvest soon. Harvest noon. Harvest moon.
It's still dark here, mountain time is prepared.
Step inside this light shining in mine eyes,
A twinkles eye prepared just for you.
Looks and books and tattoos.
Couldn't I remember a number of it was on me?
A train whistle bumps the chugger off the stool...
And it's morning again,
No more drunk.
And the wind goes around and tells all the good news.
He is Alive.
And the shadows she hid behind,
Unnerve her. Yet she isn't in all.
Blessed child memories wouldn't leave her.
We wouldn't leave anyone behind.
Because the littlest Faith,
Contains the gluten free flower.
And smells like dawn...
And trusts in a blind scents.
Some for books and looks,
And stares.
Stars, good morning.
Some were farmers daughters.
Some told time, some said wake up!
Some smoked near alien lights...
Some time we have to understand, to witness.
One farmer says to the sower...
I will harvest this tractor on a Monday Morning...
For a light returned to dust.
It's our reason for atrophy...and astrology.
NASA. Count on fingers returned in a dream.
Bitten off retreat...simple seer.
Don't be afraid, it's just a dream.
And the rooster crows, just in tune.
Harvest soon. Harvest noon. Harvest moon.
It's still dark here, mountain time is prepared.
Step inside this light shining in mine eyes,
A twinkles eye prepared just for you.
Looks and books and tattoos.
Couldn't I remember a number of it was on me?
A train whistle bumps the chugger off the stool...
And it's morning again,
No more drunk.
And the wind goes around and tells all the good news.
He is Alive.
And the shadows she hid behind,
Unnerve her. Yet she isn't in all.
Blessed child memories wouldn't leave her.
We wouldn't leave anyone behind.
Because the littlest Faith,
Contains the gluten free flower.
And smells like dawn...
And trusts in a blind scents.
Some for books and looks,
And stares.
Stars, good morning.