Going To The Sun


You’re the piece that leads to my heart
Coming from the hills no shoes to speak of
Your a sneak you’re seen from afar
Mister mister you don’t even miss her
Five o’clock on the wall time to go downtown
With your hair hung low hangin’ long and brown
Five o’clock on the wall mister mister
Mister mister you won’t even miss her

Fire tower fire put me out now
Fire is gone and the snow is coming
Pictures in my mind flickers in the light
Picture a flower in my head
Over and over and over again over and over again

Do you want me now
Can I be a robot and still somehow be free
Can I be a robot and still somehow be free
Meddling my mind deadening will die
Break a leg sick malaise glacier maze an icy glaze
Higher and higher and higher and higher and higher and higher

Going To The Sun


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