a destructive world is,
a children hands of god...
I want to sing,
oh love...
stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...
river, river
flowing down...
There are rats
they claw at my eyes...
When it’s quiet and
your senses awake...
I drempt of you…
You were wearing a silk dress...
Within a lab across the sea,
They formed a plan for you and me...
It didn’t take me a day or two
to realize how he moulded...
I took fire from the amber
you hid under the pillow...
You want me to go out
into the world...
When moving forward
Sometimes you need to go back...