Thursday, July 16, 2009

most leave

Look over the sea and there's a sun
who hasn't won, who hasn't won.
Scour the coast when there's a storm
see where its from, see where its from.

Look over the cliff and there are bones
among the stones, among the stones.
Throw dust to the air let it blow
see where it goes, see where it goes

Search through the hills for what you need
you'll find it steep, you'll find it steep
Ask of the trees what they believe
you'll find they breath, you'll find they breath.

Ask of the gods if they'll compete.
You'll find most leave, you'll find most leave.

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