Out of the frying pan and into the fire Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire I'm getting the hang of hanging in blissful suspension Letting the tongue in groove and following its direction
Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime, I'll load my pipe and guess
There is a place where matter ceases to matter And if I could take you there we'd set up a home on Saturn Spin in an endless orbit, wheeling and reeling Never missing the time, the day or the floor or ceiling
Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime, I'll load my pipe and guess
Out of the frying pan and into the fire Swimming against the tide and sinking into the mire I've still got a lot to learn but I've learned to be thankful The flashes of truth I've seen are worth the relentless battle
Oh, but we can only fantasise Death's kiss is all I need to find But in the meantime, I'll load my pipe and guess
Out of the frying pan and onwards into the fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
