I smoked one
Took a walk in the wake of the sun
Took a look at the sky through my weary heart
And baggy eyes
You spoke some
I could not decipher the tongue
Some talk of what's good 'bout the sun
That's all I understood.
My mind is an altar
Thoughts come to burn
As our friends to heaven and one day we'll gather in the ash in my arm.
You will have feathers
And you'll see everything from above
As our children ride horses
And into the ocean they'll run
On our way home through the stars
We'll feast on a beast and scatter his bones
Deep into sleep we will fall when our bellies are full.
We have become nothing more
Than a lie
May what was more than this make it home.
I want the strength as the lions in your eyes
For to us they'll outlive us
When we're born
We have become
Nothing more than a lie
May what was more than this make it home.