beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
i can taste the ocean on your tongue
we are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
well, then can i roam beside you? i have come to lose the smog and i feel myself a cog in somethin' turning. and maybe it's the time of year, yes and maybe it's the time of man. and i don't know who i am, but life is for learning.