| Lyrics: | Souls, although where we meet. This
Hose a lazy Morphine.
But I, Im stretching to see
over
Your shoulders and past your priest
And paper cups and paper shoes
Give backs to
me, but I see right
through
And I know why you overslept
So gray, gray, slow
rain.
Im happier than you.
And Im too high to follow through
Home, like the bedpan
he needs.
And the hose, thats not supposed to be
But I, Im stretching to see over
your
Flowers and Time magazines
Now I believe in what you do
The pain will
cease
Well I know why you overslept
To be home, to be |
