The morning image from the satellites
is all blue and green
And we’ve all got wounds to clean,
here’s a rag, here’s some gasoline
She wakes up fine and rested well,
released at last from in the sleeping cell,
breathing comes with ease
It’s a sweet revenge, built on a chemical ride,
my medicine man is the best wires to the temples,
place them on let’s see how we sound
It’s all green to me
What a sweet revenge
It’s all green to me
See them lift off one by one,
I see a cool spot here let’s bring her down
Level to the ground, a lovely mess
that I am blessed to see, of me, of me...
...
She lifts her wings up high,
sensors show a lifetime until we die
And all the dreams’ details perfected
in the colored sky
The morning image from the satellites
is all blue and green
And we’ve all got wounds to clean,
here’s a rag, here’s some gasoline
It’s all green to me
It’s all green to me
It’s all green to me
It’s all green to me
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