The fire is already ut
when the raine comes.
The nucleus of stress
chooses dust
in the end.
Like aerosol evils
in a rush towards the sun,
it's an oasis inside out,
and fire is the trend.
an oasis inside out,
and fire...
fire is the trend.
--
Do you see what's on on your plate,
as you sterilize the tine?
Have lessons on earth
left you the will
of a boy?
Are you just getting by,
or do you taste the wine?
What's left for us this spring
besides grass-stained
corduroy?
What's left for us this spring
besides stratched-out
corduroy?
--
Like it or not,
the locusts come
from spring.
All your plans are shot,
and that stock's not worth
a thing.
Like it or not,
the neighbors
yell when we sing
together.
--
Like it or not,
the locusts come
from spring.
All your plans are shot,
and that stock's not worth
a thing.
Like it or not,
the neighbors
yell when we sing
I like p****** you..
p****** you off.
To get some kind of rise,
I don't mind to suffer the sting
of the cold from your eye.
But suddenly
Suddenly I see that I can see
when you're blind
to the weather,
the spring,
and the simplest things
that bring us
together.
together.
when the raine comes.
The nucleus of stress
chooses dust
in the end.
Like aerosol evils
in a rush towards the sun,
it's an oasis inside out,
and fire is the trend.
an oasis inside out,
and fire...
fire is the trend.
--
Do you see what's on on your plate,
as you sterilize the tine?
Have lessons on earth
left you the will
of a boy?
Are you just getting by,
or do you taste the wine?
What's left for us this spring
besides grass-stained
corduroy?
What's left for us this spring
besides stratched-out
corduroy?
--
Like it or not,
the locusts come
from spring.
All your plans are shot,
and that stock's not worth
a thing.
Like it or not,
the neighbors
yell when we sing
together.
--
Like it or not,
the locusts come
from spring.
All your plans are shot,
and that stock's not worth
a thing.
Like it or not,
the neighbors
yell when we sing
I like p****** you..
p****** you off.
To get some kind of rise,
I don't mind to suffer the sting
of the cold from your eye.
But suddenly
Suddenly I see that I can see
when you're blind
to the weather,
the spring,
and the simplest things
that bring us
together.
together.