Arise sun
please the day...

Awake children into sublime
sacred songs of infancy...

A dancing soft naked body
with painted brown eyes...

I hate when you look at me
What, am I suppose smile...

Lying around in the snow
trying to find reasons to be...

Tonight i think I'll feel high
hanging from distant stars...

Moutain hills and burning sage
defines our whole new age...

It's something about this weather
the white speckles all adrift...

Another winter covered in snow
little flakes that softly flow...

A white paper bag can do some good
But i haven't understood...

The sun can only stay a few hours
Sadly denying me and the flowers...

I think I'll need something for this winter,
Cause my body is beginning to wither...