Look at these trees Look at this grass Look at those clouds Look at them now And look at them now Now, look at them now, look at them now Take a closer look Take a closer look Study the raindrops on the leaves Study the raindrops on the leaves Study the ants on the ground I am, all over the place Study the ground, the brown, porous topsoil I am, out of place Its softness, the mushrooms I am, elsewhere And the strange blue flowers that grow near them Study this and ask yourself: "Where is God?" Oscillating
Back and forth and round and up Avoiding the loops of the mind
This place doesn't know Look at me This place doesn't care I feel tender in the elsewhere About the holy scriptures or how to pronounce, and live by, the ecclesiastical In the dark, a sudden empathy This is a no-man's land I am, threatening to some This is a no-God's land Like an empty body Look at those trees again Must be explained Look at the bark But not explored Look at their height Are they not darker than the trees you know? I am, making room for tenderness Are they not smaller? TMI, bb, TMI, bb Listen to the wind and the rattling leaves Making room for lovers It's whispering a pagan psalm
Back and forth and round and up Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind Back and forth and round and up Avoiding the loops of the mind, mind To become the untamed, smooth and muscular Like lions of the mind, mind
I am, elsewhere I am, all over the place Making room for loversTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
