Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you...
It seems the higher we go,
the clouds turn to fog...
If you had God in your head
And he was giving you advice...
His only job
Is here on Earth...
Inside of my head
Is a vast empty space...
The Lord is my Shepherd,
or this could be a cataclysm...
Right in front of my hut, as hunger dominate,
I kept on yelling, "God why?!"...
When I was young I felt restricted,
trouble was never far from my shore...
A feather falls
Oh So Slow...
Oh voices oh voices
Inside of my head...
You look at me
I look at you...
Im just a dogwood petal
That grows on a tree...