Lyrics:
up to me to decide
No matter how you fortify
You live, you love, you die
All you get to leave behind
Are all your ashes in a pile
It’s gone
It’s dust
up where we belong
Far from the world below
Up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to used to be
Live their lives looking behind
All we have
away
But I couldn't be more near
I'm the exit
The final exhale of breath
I am Death
I am Death
I live in the house of the Scorpion
The first stage
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
I live out here in the wind and the pouring rain
Somewhere between 14th Avenue and Main
In the summer heat, the winter's freezing snow
You see I
He's a heat in the night
A dust in the wind
He stacks the deck right
So he's sure to win
He's just an illusion
A master of confusion
One of those
Replaced by others, castly forgotten
I hate my empty existence
Lament of a mortal soul
Who am I?
Only dust in the blowing wind
...I am dying!
shall you feel Godlike
In shadows and dust
In shadows and dust
Reflections of yourself
Illusions made by your mind
Realize we are nothing
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you
I want old love, the kind that takes years
To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared
On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun
With the hard times
shall you feel Godlike
In shadows and dust
In shadows and dust
Reflections of yourself
Illusions made by your mind
Realize we are nothing
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
See the birds
They have been taken by the wind
They are not together now
They will have to wait until tomorrow
To see each other again
Polaris,
Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
face
But this is where we belong
Where you and I were meant to be from now on
Made by the Father to live in His love
It's the purpose and plan for
You get high-jacked, waiting at the bus stop
By Jesus, who's working at the pawn shop
Escaped by, barely in the picture
But never far from
wed
Not a lot of time to celebrate, always more work to do
The religion of the day
Dust kicked up by the horses, we all waved our goodbyes
of the hill
Up into the cold wind facing
In stiff battle harness, chained to the world
Against the low sun racing
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein
When all our tears have reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
New wind is
unfold
And there are beads of dew on a spider's web
And there are motes of dust
In these beams of light
We who are bone and spittle and muscle
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house,
me.
Ah things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, no, radiation underground and in the sky;
Animals and birds who live near by are dying oh,
Oh
the wind still blows by
Calling your name
Ref.
“the black scorpion queen had visited me in my dreams
Passion, passion been loved wrong
But you baby wanna
can see from coast to coast
On hot platinum summer days
When the dust is still, and the cotton prays for rain
And the thirsty passers-by wonder why
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