Thrust your hand through her wave.
what was on the other side
of the flowing blue carton?
youand're most alive before you died.
if we cry underwater,
we can hide the suffering
then go rejoice in lifeand's splendor,
and'cause death awaits like an old friend.
So do you dance with the whirling wind?
becoming the voice of the ring up in the air.
do you dance with the whirling wind?
becoming the voice of the ring beyond *earthand's atmosphere / the stratosphere.*
Iand'm here to tell you somethingand's lurking *from another side*
for i am longing to see *acid* onto nature.
so where are you when all the *news of this world flash unheard?*
well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard.
Now thereand's an unheard presence.
it screams about our aliveness.
and'cause now the night is split and bleeds.
or did it tell you to be set free?
a bullet into faceless nights.
it seems thereand's no place to confide.
i think i see myself in you.
some web will only hide the truth.
We need to believe in something
and'cause everyone seems to be dying to be set free.
Iand'm here to tell you somethingand's lurking *from another side*
for i am longing to see *acid* onto nature.
so where are you when all the *news of this world flash unheard?*
well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard.
In life until they die
so unheard in life until they¼ until they die!
[mumbling]
Iand'm here to tell you somethingand's lurking *from another side.*
for i am longing to see *acid* onto nature.
so where are you when all the *news of this world flash unheard?*
well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard.
In life until they die
so unheard in life until they¼ until they die!