You always got those dark sunglasses Covering half your face But if you promise to take them off Promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque
It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means
( Lyrics from a Native American poem from Tewa ) O our Mother the Earth, o our Father the Sky, Your children are we, and with tired backs We bring you
You always got those dark sunglasses Covering up your face But if you promise to take them off I promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque
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There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best
we go on just the same. with or without the same name. with scattered brains and tattered souls. just wait, just wait. burn down this statue. we pay
How long will it take to finally cave in when we've fallen to the bottom? Consequence violently forced into our stomachs. We too are vulnerable, we
you act like the winter will never come, like you can survive but this is an empty canvas and we should call in sick for a day and pick up a paint brush
Headless and horseless, you?re lifeless Hold the hourglass with both fists to hide this This reminds you of living This reminds you of dying Just like
Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve Chasing flickering lights, almost there Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then closing in
Jump in, the water's fine. The dry land has lied. So afraid of never coming up, again. When the water chills, just keep swimming. The sun fails our skin
What we do in here we keep to ourselves We all hide our faces but not our hearts And this is what you came for You sacrificed your eyes to see Transmissions
