From ripe to rotten Too real to live Should I lie down Or stand up and walk around again? My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut To find a found of sound that hears the touch of my tears Smells the taste of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother each other in nectar And pucker the sour, bitter sweet weather Blows through our trees Swims through our seas Flies through the last gas we left on this Earth It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth It's a long, lonely journey from death to... It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth Oh, it's a long, lonely journey from death to birth Should I die again? Should I lie around The pounds of matter willing through space? I know I'll never know until I come face-to-face With my own cold, dead face With my own wooden case It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth It's a long, lonely journey from death to... It's a long, lonely journey from death to birth Oh, it's a long, lonely journey from death to... birth