Oooh
Your love is like a drunk
But you usually can't come
to decisions
Now you fall in a bout
Odysseys of intuition
You look to the sky
for the answers
found in your head
Clouded by doubt
and the daydreams without
feel dead
Trees going [?], ill-shaped,
with smiles eclipsed
While [?] falling just like
UFO's in their shapes
You lose at the gate
So abuse, so you wait
to find your peace
But alas, there is no release
No release
No release
There's time folding guns
While you're smoking on a blunt
Now your eyes are folded blind
and you cannot find the blunt
Who put you away
to this position a day
and how you [?]
Now you're fallin' apart
and decease your product of dreams
But alas, there is no release
And there is no release
And there is no release
You cannot find the lease or the deed
well you sign away your eyes
But you never had any
Because there is no release
You must let go
of work, you think,
But you know
You must let go of all the linear victories