I'm lost in the wind my heart is a rain cloud
The only possibility that has been left out
I've lost so many times that I've started losing count and that's fine
My only one concern is I'm running out of time
I think that i'm becoming too restless to unwind
A part of me thinks that there's no reason to cry and that's fine
But there's still blue sky chariots
And a pain body talking like a savant idiot
It's like nothing going wrong but it's easy to pretend that it's fine
And there's no use trying again
Until I'm just a little older and the burn starts to mend
I'm honestly saying make believe it's pretend
That its fine
My eyes are so veiled by a longing and hope
For a time to pretend that the truth could be spoken
I've got it finally its a gas in the hand, its not mine
I'm toiling afraid of the two headed waveforms
And spiraling away from the you that I've prayed for
I've gotta drop the hope and the pain will go too, but they're mine
But there's still you trying to numb the days
And I'm looking at my clock behind a yellowish haze
I think I'm realizing there's no time to complain, that its fine
Baba ram ram heal the pain
Is it working it all out, is it just letting it rain
I think I'm realizing there's no need to explain
All the time
Baba ram ram heal the pain
Is it digging til you find it, is it loving the spade
I think it's gone, I'll find it when the organ is played other side
On the other side